Twisted Strange


Old Habits - Poem by Twisted Strange

My wrongful desires
Are coming clear
Growing stronger
Avoiding fear

The scars speak loud
The blood wants to be seen
Some say this is and addiction
If so I soon won't be clean

I'll return to my habits
Back to my release I'll go
I take that sharp object
And let the red flow.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 25, 2011


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