Is there no other way than believe I'm inescapable?

Can a mind be altered to have none of this undesirable?

An all time consuming work for fix,

defiling emotions stealing small bits,

a lapping eclipse;

Merely known for your peruse,

gaping soft skin.... a returning bruise;

Submerging the horror for no longer than minutes,

find a piece of yourself for a moment;

To others the world is normal – but not to you,

Lacerations invisible to the untrained, it's not meant for amuse;

Desire to laugh,

no fear of seeing it not last,

crave bliss to stay longer than a memory of the past;

There is no such thing as a true rescue,

a cure is too many moons afar to use,

Will it be you....

when you finally come to?

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