The allure of the blade
Still remains
Like the beckoning call
Of alcohol.
There's a twitch of a digit
As I try not to fidget,
Shaking myself out of this daze.
Temptation keeps me still,
Can't move until
The thoughts in my head
Take me to bed.
Every second, every minute,
As if I already did it,
Pulling me closer to the haze.
The red,
how fresh,
how YOU.
The burn,
how sure,
You knew
Once
You thought
Once
But for me,
It never stops.
For me,
It's never enough.
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A Collection of Poetry (For You)
Poetry"Poetry" collection poems, songs, phrases, etc A bit of my heart and soul in every phrase, stanza, line.
