Hope

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It crept down and strong

tightened its grasp

as it journeyed along

and penetrated through,

the cracks in my bone,

my heart and sinew

It held on, too tight

refused to let go

Even through the fight

The slash of the dagger,

the tears of blood

but it did not stagger

But oh, what a shame

when it withdrew

I hath nothing to blame

It plucked out every vein

blissfully and violent,

It drove me close to being sane

But alas I sailed away from the shore,

at the peak of insanity,

 looking for the creeper once more.

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