If living was easy I wouldn’t have been dead inside,
It was unbearable so I pretend to be alive,
I was so truthful once upon a time,
Then I became a soul full of lies.
I’m in awe at how quickly my mind approved contamination,
Sensuously it rushed through my blood,
Like adrenaline catapulted,
Euphoric,
The bad kind,
The sick kind.
Yet my fascination with these desires were never ending,
Its like an invisible snare; its close was pending,
Waiting, calculating, my steps,
Till I put the one foot wrong and I was indebted to the devils, surrounding me.
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