Open wounds.
Shady thoughts clouded by a darkened imagination.
tearing away at my soul leaving a open abrasion.
allowing this disfigured heart to struggle with reality.
causing the confusion of life and my own morality.
These thoughts dance across my battered flesh
The wounds wont heal and they are always fresh
Leaving me beaten and bruised with some utter regret
tossing aside my courage and creating a massive threat
Running from the dangers and obstacles in my way
leaving me feeling like I have become the prey
Hunted I hide hidden in plain sight
hoping these thoughts roll over me tonight.
But its like the blood of my wounds attracts the beast
as these open abrasions never cease to create a feast
for those shady thoughts to reemerge and conquer me
Making me think if I give in, it might allow me to be free.
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