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[title] => Addicted
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[bodytext] => Sit upon a liar's chair Only lie to that which I call myself Upon a ridged stone I curse with you Upon discomfort and I would do it with no one else Lying to everything I trusted I set my will to the flame Nothing left to turn to And there is nothing else left to blame Crimson cut and swallow Right from the throat down to my feet Nothing left to depend on Addiction I still keep with me, haunting with every beat Combine me with deception Roll me over and mix me as you please Disappointment and bleeding But, happy as I'm on my knees Images that get caught in sunlight Ghosts that follow my step A hint of happy beneath the gray sky A glance of sorrow, and a secret I never kept Filter through the pain and anguish Sorry for something I will never understand Just breathe and wait for the next time But, it's only the first time and you know I never can My liars chair has broken And the ridged stone will fade to smooth Crunched up in deception Torn beneath the sorrow, broken as a tool Too strong to look away now I need this more than you can know I'd throw this stone right through you And I'd sell my soul just for you to wreap what you sew Taint me as long as you're happy Break me off a piece when you're done Break me out of my liar's chair I'll smile for the moment when I curse this battle won [comments] => 8 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Exodus-On-Life [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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