Torn
Losing grip on my sanityhaving to choose between
heart-filled emotionless affection,
or a life of contempt agony from
mutilation deep inside my fragile existence.
My aching soul heeds my progress
through this labyrinth of despair,
blinded by a lustful thirst to decode
the intricate fabric of time
wickedly infatuated by the lost spirits
betrayed and restlessly fettered to tainted soil.
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