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My Trusty Fiend
It calls my name
Tells me it misses
The skin it used to touch
I've been strong to resist
My trusty fiend
The only thing
That took away the pain
Caused a happiness some how
"Rebekah" it whispers
"Grab me
Watch it flow
You know you want me
You know you love me
But not as much as i love you"
"No" I say
I shall not loose
I..I..I..
It feels so good
Touching my skin
Cool to the touch
Then warm with my blood
Oh how I miss
My trusty..old fiend..
Tells me it misses
The skin it used to touch
I've been strong to resist
My trusty fiend
The only thing
That took away the pain
Caused a happiness some how
"Rebekah" it whispers
"Grab me
Watch it flow
You know you want me
You know you love me
But not as much as i love you"
"No" I say
I shall not loose
I..I..I..
It feels so good
Touching my skin
Cool to the touch
Then warm with my blood
Oh how I miss
My trusty..old fiend..
Published 17th Sep 2012
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17th Sep 2012 7:24pm
18th Sep 2012 2:44pm
17th Sep 2012 7:59pm
Well written and compelling. It could be taken as a straight gothic poem, but I took it to be an allegory of drug use? It works either way.
18th Sep 2012 2:45pm
