Sun, 10/29/2017 - 14:07 -- jaue00

Fight the urge.

Stop the urge.

Let pleasure fade,

as regret is made.


Don't let them in,

don't let them know.

This is something you cannot show.


Your fingers ache,

your heart will break.

There are more more tears to shed,

your body is full of dread.


"I'm the monster within," he said with a grin.

I know the drill,

but this time I fear,

he comes for the kill.

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