Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Defective

I devise sources of pain to satisfy my hungry soul,
There’s not a single way for me to become whole.
Expose myself to torment to fill the empty space inside,
I try to reach the state of the sublime
In such a strange distorted way,
Self-flagellation to prevent a slow decay.
I seem to crave for fast extinction
Just to stop falling for deceptions…

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