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I am slipping away:
Giving in to this vice
Succumbing to the disease
Which mars perfect skin
Like cloud on a starry sky.
Twitching out of my skin
Like detox from a drug
But the blackness doesn’t seep out
Only what’s left of the light.
I am giving in:
Forsaking the cold fight
For control of that territory
Those tightly defined emotions,
With soft, glimmering silver
And a blaze of ruby, violent red.
I bow out from the act
I desert from the righteous war
I offer up control and retreat
For I
Am slipping away
Ugh, my laptop should be taken away after about 11 pm. Insomnia and Microsoft Word are a bad combination for me apparently.
Please review.