Knife is a slice of pleasure,
That helps to dull the ache.
Burns from a flame,
Brief relief for my sake.
Out of control,
Bringing a pause.
Somehow dulling,
Breaking laws.
All of which better,
Than the bitter grief.
That is tied,
To erroneous beliefs.
Some may guess,
But none can touch
The feelings,
That haunt me so much.
Chased down a darkened ally,
Found by the sun.
Never an escape,
No matter how fast I run.
Lightening strikes,
To my very core.
Thunder vibrates,
Waking the hurt more.
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