Currently Listening The Melody And The Energetic Nature of Volume By Evans Blue Beg

You are in my mind,

my darkest friend,

you feed on me,

hungry and starved,

taking all that's mine

and not yours at all.

It's torture,

and my confession,

my realization,

that I cannot stop,

do not want to stop

is acid meeting flesh

face meeting pavement,

life exposed.

Me realizing

that freedom is nothing more

than embracing,

breathing in,

and letting

go

at last.