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Jan 2012
I touch the poison to my lips
Let it settle there clumsily
Before drinking it down
I tip it upward and swallow fast
Killing any good life that was left

I’ll let them take me
Have me
And use me
Before the grand finale
This is the game we’ll play
I’ll give and you can take
Throw it away before my eyes
Because we are not equal

I yearn for the one who broke me
Who took all
Until I had none
Like a child reaching for a parent
I scream for him
With arms towards the sky
Reaching
For anyone who passes by
For anyone who will take me

I am looking for justification
For the unfinished creation
That is my very soul
And my everything

It is a sick cycle
And a twisted way to live
Every time consume it
Every time I am touched
My broken body only wants it more
She is craving her own destruction

But how do you stop the gamble
When you feel like you could win?
Put down the dice
And walk away
From this dark, ***** girl
From the incessant pain
And from my open burning heart
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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