It's been a long time.
Hello, poetry.
In dire situations like this
I needed to write
Trapped within an eternal cycle
Of fight or flight

40 days clean
From the grinding teeth
The stinging nose
Tear myself apart
For using on Christmas
(Which nobody knows)

Temporarily, i found true love
Near holy and pure
My heart beat his name
The lovely boy
I once dreamed of
Push come to shove
He finally had enough
Forever i shall wait
Perhaps he'll show up

In my brain
A constant war
I get on my knees and beg for no more
Only way of there being peace
Is to spread my wings and fly
Set oneself free
Then i will escape
The terror of me

A dark room i lay
Destined to rot
My skin will decay
Oh the poor soul
Whom will find my body that inevitable, fateful day

Until then i sit
Wounds on display
Losing the faith once there to pray
I've taken it upon myself
To punish and repay
Warm blood gushing apologies i never got to say.