Beautiful Torture

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So, I lay awake every night

Hoping I could stay on guard

See what the night has conspired

The ravage schemes of the plunder

A rupture with my prized possession

Survive the longest shiver

From the coldest winter.

Even if the world brings to light,

Am ready to face the skeletons in the closet

Allow the old dust of the humiliation settle

One slip from reality into slumber,

Feels like an abomination

A source of ultimate temptation

Built personal vendettas with my sleep

With my fist holding onto that lamp

Bearing that beautiful fire

To scare those demons away

Yet am possessed with the feeling

Dragging me to the deep end

That mental state entailed with madness.

It's still worth it though

If I go down this way,

With ease am going to lay

Knowing my end was all in honor.

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