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  • Writer's pictureCera Sylar

Torturous Behavior

In the shadow places

of dark rooms

Between dusty book shelves

in a red velvet chair


In the back of your mind, whispering

In your best worst moments, lingering


In the memories you were too afraid to revisit alone


In the oozing of your broken brain

In the darkness of your hollow heart

In the slivers of your splintered soul

Mixed with the blood dripping from your wounds


In every ounce of empty space in your head

Fighting for more, more, more


Thats where you’ll find me

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