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My days are now
One more thing to bear
My skin is now
Just a dare
And I feel your lungs
Press into a simple math problem
With twos and ones
And zeros
My bad habits strike again
your strong charm pulls me in
whilst you begin to lure me in, I'm never going to win.
quickly my mind is filled with only you
what can I do?
your wrongings always seem right,
I can no longer fight.
I'm stuck in a hypnotic spell,
can you not tell?
can you not see, I'm no longer sane for your own gain..
this isn't a game.
I'm no tool, but I'm definitely a fool.
you eventually break me with your demonic heart,
where I'm forced to make a new start
as you leave back to hell, but I still hope
you are doing well.
even while there's a hole in my soul,
you're too busy finding your next victim.
your devilish laughter, I can still hear and
I can still feel for l will never heal,
but I will still continue to damage myself doing the same mistake,
like a mindless *******.
although you have returned back to hell
Who's really in it?
This computer screen that glares so brightly
as my sleepless self stares within it endlessly,
the repetition of this that once was my everything
is now growing old and withering away
just like my life is.
hoping, just hoping
One day my lifeless and useless self will someday have an
eventful life,
*a reason to live.

— The End —