In the beginning addiction sets in
To feel whole requires no cracks in the surface
How could something so fragile be held by such hands
By such inflicted hands
Dig too deep and the infection will take over
Fearing the end before parting in death
Trust falters than flat lines
I will not compromise with this impasse
My retrospective vision altered in silence
Retreating to put an end to misery
Bleeding out wounds of expectation
Truth is bereft of love
Trapped in a cell without a key
Hope for an unattainable fantasy
The debris is parted in dreaming
Every scream a prayer for sleep
Still waiting for the day
To come to break my chains
As I stand exhausted
Still I wait in vain
Still I wait
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