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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Darkness comes and darkness goes.

It's in my veins again, 


the burns, the cuts, the scrapes, the marks, 

as my bones cave in; 

our partnership of self-destruction, 

a means of percussion, 

a beat of a drum, a solumn song sung. 

The devils got a strong arm, 

and I a weak one. 

Lacrimosa, Lacrimosa

A beautiful song to sing

in the wake of a demon. 

Submitted: August 04, 2018

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Lacrimosa, yes indeed. Can kind of relate to the relapse too. Excellent.

Sat, August 4th, 2018 7:23pm


Yeah, I kind of intend for the relapse to be anything: self harm, drugs, alcohol, diet, whatever it may be someone has abstained from and fell back into. Thanks for reading!

Sat, August 4th, 2018 3:46pm

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