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Captive voices
drag me down from within
and I plunge under until I’m not human anymore.

Dark magic and black holes and

everything I’ve ever been,
carrying me down to the demons

Echoes ricochet off the walls,
and the tunnel twists and narrows
as I let loose a scream

But after it all, the cliffs and the fear and the heartache
I pour the demons’ bittersweet song into my head,
repeat it out loud till it’s engraved on my skin
Maybe I wouldn’t have ventured down by myself,
but I wouldn’t trade the words for the world.