by Dawn Lovell

Created on: April 23, 2009   Last Updated: April 29, 2009

It feeds on pain,

and has an unquenchable thirst.

It sleeps only when I am weak,

and cannot fight because I hurt.

It lets me get better, more of a challange for the fight.

It lets me feel peace at times, but always takes away the light.

In darkness again, it breaks me down, and more of me is dying.

I hide, feeling exausted, wounded, and sick and tired of trying.

I can always feel it near me, all around me, and insde of me.

I can hear it constantly, endlessly, reminding me, twisting me.

I fear the only way out is to de, and it could kill me if it wants.

I know it is there. It is me. I am it. We are one.

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