Gripe Like A Vise

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It's dark

It's painful

My bittersweet abyss.

A painful passion,

A burning kiss.

I find myself twisted and choked,

enslaved and broke.

I let go of hope.

I fell,

an angel from the heavens

now a demon on the earth.

untouched by grace's light,

I find living a fight.

the darkness closes in,

its grip a vise,

and its voice silk.

It wraps around me

within me

and through me.

out of my breath,

and into my words.

And here is where I stop fighting,

here I breathe my last breath,

because darkness always ends in death.

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