The Addict
Trace your fingers along my skin
And feel the fire that burned within
Feel my pain as it tortured me
And feel the scars it carved in me
I feel the memories beneath them
As they are there to hold the memories
Why did the pain get to me?
Why the craving for red entranced me?
The answer lies within the void of darkness
Oh, how I do not regret these decisions
Nor do I want to erase the memories
For they are a part of me and will always be
Now you know a part of the story….
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