My Obsession
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This awkward temptation fills me.
Turning into a craving,
a yearning,
an obsession.
I sit upon my pedestal of slivered glass.
Embracing pain as it trickles from my veins.
Fusing into the tangles of flesh which hang from my bones,
Feeding off of my intense agony.
I can no longer see the world through mortal sight.
All that remains are shadows of our distorted realm.
As my last breath becomes shorter
and I feel life being pulled from my grip
there is no pain.
I am satisfied.
- Jennifer
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Listen to @loua. Write more! This is beautiful, and terrible, all at once. I love you.
Very emotional. Deep pains, the need to escape. You have written this beautifully.
loua Level 1 Commenter 2 years ago
Your description of the satiated obsession for desire's greed is very good; well done...Write more...