It rips and tears, as euphoria crosses my face, into the blackness it stares

I become exposed for the demon I really am

Mercilessly it shows its way, slashes across mine self, it cuts away

Tightening around the neck, the noose rests as I stand

Gnashing and biting, ashamed to see, its mutilation so enticing

It pushes me off the edge, swaying like a dead limb, it has won

Breaking fissures in decadence, suffocating against my own gluttony, unable to utter repentance

It as all that I am, and all that I have ever done

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