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The sickness

The sickness threatens to have its way
Disgusting disease eating away
My willpower my resolve
Im so sick of myself
Like a tumor cancer
I walk to relieve the crawling of my flesh
I feel this thing overtaking right tbinking
The monster within threatens
If i continue to make it go without
I shook i cried i oded and died
But still i cant seem to make it stick
I just need that stupid prick
I know i cant dabble but still excuses i babble
No it wont set me free is it so hard to see
Help i need but find another excuse to use
Iwlll indeed no matter what form this devil takes
He tricks me every time i know whats in the shiny
Red apple hag its the corner of a shopping bag
Why does the beast want me so baddly
What is my strength that i must bare such harm
No clearing osasis no cleansing pool
The spirit cant even deliver me
Please stop the nawing that breaks my resolve
Shattering like shards of a broken bubble
The beast is chewing again
Tear down her ability to have strength
In my face take her out broken wings
Unstring her harp she practically dives head long
Into nothing oblivion if it is pain
Than come with it i can sipher it bear it no beast
Is without a way to die
Written by diablia363 (Alisha Ranstrom)
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