lately I wake in cold sweats
shaking like an addict
and feeling so damn sick
throwing up my stomach contents
complimented with a fever
and crying out
for a non-existent saviour
but i'll tell you a secret
it's not God I call for
dark dreams of where
you are killing me
in endless ways
some are other lifetimes, memories
and some are paranoias
but either way
it ends with bloodshed
these nightmares are something new
a whole different level
and so complex
because not once
do I say I hate you
through my screams of agony
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PuisiAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
