Stop living in the dark,
Just dive deep into your heart.
Dont let your demons control your mind,
Freedom is exactly what you need to find.
Fire up your thoughts and write it on,
Take out your word-hoard and shine it on.
Let the poetry wrap you up,
Gather the words and blow up.
Memories will try to take control,
Let 'em coz that's how you write your best.
It might hurt a bit in chest
But that will help you in solving your quest.

The scales glistened, the slitted eyes seemed magic.
It slithered and circled me but I had not noticed, not while
entranced.
Then before I knew it, it had spiraled around my thoughts and the panic set.
Squeezing tighter and tighter around my mind.
It moves slowly around my neck, lungs, and chest.
Constricting harder and harder.
Moving in and out of my body trying to suffocate me completely.
I couldn't do anything but have my head be crushed in the pain.

I see the long, thin fangs
sink into my brain,
affecting every little part of my nervous system.
Poisoning every good thought I might have had.
Poison rotting my consciousness.
The venom slowly numbing everything.
Flowing through me
Until it becomes so dark that I am no longer even myself.

The real me has moved somewhere to the back of my mind, screaming while imprisoned,
as I watch myself die.

It's a drug I cannot quit,
A power I must obtain,
Its something I must take,
And never something I will give,
It consumes me,
It devours.
I cannot breath,
It will not let me free.
Do I fight or let it be?
Please, I promise it's not me.
Control,
I'm breaking,
Or maybe I'm just broken,
Is this why it chose me?
Because I'm so very weak?

whatever we think we have
is destructive

they say opposites attract
but what they don't say is
damage seeks out damage

we both know this is temporary
we'll never gonna choose each other

we are asymptotes
staying close to each other;
would never gonna cross the line
or would we?

maybe we're perpendicular lines
we'd cross the line
once
but that's it
or is it?

maybe we're each other's point b
each other's end point
but i doubt that

I think I know what we are
We are black splats
or stains hiding
in each other's blind spots

we see each other
when we want to

hide each other
when we want to

and I am tired
of being your temporary cure
because healing you
is like alcohol
it kills me but gets me addicted
makes me miserable yet happy
healing you is like being offered
space cakes
no matter how hard i try
to convince everyone it's harmless, it destroys
it builds me up
then lets me down
makes me feel everything then nothing at all

i don't know how it happened
all of a sudden then all at once

we both know this won't last
please erase me
wash the stain
open both your eyes
let go

whatever we think we have
let it die

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let This die
but dont forget

we'll stay close
enough to keep each other warm
but not too much to let each other burn