Addicted to ghost,
addicted to pain.
I’m addicted to all the things from which i should refrain.
I cause pain just as much as i invoke it.
causes for elopements?
the gods have revoked it.
I still dream
of blood.
I still scream
from the flood.
I still don't care.
and i still wish I were there.
I’m such an evil wretch
for me, mutilation is no stretch.
My threats immobilize,
bring tears to eyes.
Empty and deficient.
Don't even try to fix it.
I flip, like a light switch.
My moods are such a b***h.
But I suppose I’m just addicted to it.
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