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It’s like a drug

That taste of wicked

That touch upon the tip of your tongue,

That brands you, marked forever

Scorched and twisted it writhes for more

Torn away only to be pulled right back in

A moth to the flame

Knowing what will happen and yet,

Unable to stop the forward motion

That momentum that builds

Slowly, slowly…until faster and faster

An oncoming train that can’t be derailed

It’s misery,

Knowing oneself so well to know

That dark is where most thoughts dwell

That shadows is where I want to linger

Shrouded by darkness and peering out

Catching glimpses of things that hurt

That make me want to squeeze my eyes shut

Forbid my eyes from looking and seeing

What my mind already knows is there