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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