Hands clenched, lying in foetal position on her bed,
Racing thoughts and doubts consume her head.
Chest pains that stomp and weigh like concrete,
A tightness in her throat, where the darkness has taken a seat.
Invisible chains on her hands and feet,
That weigh her down and increase her heartbeat.
Muddiness of the mind, and desires that burn,
Stuck in a slideshow, where the ghosts of the past return.
Unable to move forward, and the clock does not rewind,
Only the coping pains left that ease the mind.
Crying out for the poison that feeds the cyclic madness,
Anything to alleviate this feeling of nauseating sadness.
Invoking the darkness for a moment of peace and silence,
Feed her anything that will stop the violence.
Sudden relief pours through her veins,
A spiral of lustful submission that keeps her insane.
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