Decadence

What lurks inside; hard to define,
enraptured within a contorted vision of this false world
From all angles, my throat is clenched with word vomit
The words you never allowed me to release,
from the dank, dusty chambers of my mind

I am an addict to my insides
I am a drinker of my own flesh
Sucking the venom from such a passageway,
that your truculent desires designed;
imprinting me with such dreams,
that I may never shut my eyes,
without facing what lives on inside





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