Critter

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((July 10, 2013))

Critter

Sometimes

When you hope

It never comes,

It never thinks

It never be's

Its like it never existed.

Once you're in this

Perfect frame of mind

It crawls in

Whispering

Pulling

Biting

Under your skin

Begging you to try again,

Get even less sane.

Your heart tightens

As it digs it's way inside,

You fight it

You hate it

You like the lies.

Pain fills your every core,

But deep down you know

You want-

No, need it more.

You don't want to give in,

"If I do, is it sin?"

The man holds your

Hand, he makes it disappear

'Tell him'

Will he understand?

You smile,

But once he's out

It starts again.

It crawls in, whispering, pulling; biting

Under

Your

Skin.

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