Depression XVI: The Victor who Fails

An innocent betrayal, 
my own so frail, 
I bathed in misery. 
The scars that I hide, 
as I crawl deep inside, 
the insanity that is me. 

Shadow my world, it's sick and it hurts, 
I'm bearing these scars just for you. 
I'm burdened with loss, 
disgrace and disgust; 
open my wounds just for you. 

So challenge my will, 
my impiety stills, 
the words lost in your head. 
The unseen pain, 
I mark you again, 
"Feed me 'till I am Dead"


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