These feelings are fake, making my eyes weep.
Like a thousand whips , they have forced my skin to cry blood,
Their fine lines a decoration for my wrists,
An endless pattern of zig zags.
Emotions putting me under,
Giving you absolute control,
To do what you wish to me,
To mould me into a disaster.
To take my fine pieces and turn them into broken china.
But I'll take the pain and let it transform me,
Into a state of euphoria.
Like I'm drowning in a pool of my own doing.
Living in castles I built in the skies.
To feel no more,
Let my body drift,
Drift away into the unknown.
Abandon my thoughts and float free,
Free in the pain to euphoria.
pikachu
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