Face your demons

It is time you faced that abomination. You don't need to be secretive about it; You falter on the mere embrace of shame. The frightening realisation that was brought forth When you stumbled on the playground of greed. The pestering of hands that point and eyes that stare Bridled to your chest with lust for the meek. On the edge of time you stood, floudering in a haze To cope with the piercing daze of vertigo Thus I ask to abolish that hurt To call your empty heart and let go.

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