April 6, 2014

needles

Dreams of needles penetrating my skin.
Blood leaks out,
signs of a demon's kin.
I didn;t ask for this torture,
but at times it feels like pleasure.
To feel the wince,
my eyes shut tight.
Why do I not put up a fight?
Could it be I have accepted this fate?
To live these years with my self hate.

-2014

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