What you feed grows. What you starve dies.
by @LucidLucy
The enemy wont have any hold on me.
The biggest problem is lying within me.
Vices I so excitedly flaunt about.
Thoughts I keep yet have been screaming out loud.
Things I kneel for every night.
Stuff that brings about my every fright.
The enemy does not know how to kill me.
And I'd win this battle as greatly expected.
Then I'd die slowly keeping all my secrets slowly stabbing and dragging me.