OPIUM BINGE

Your hands are those that shaped me
Oh, the monster I have become
Left in a night-time, dreary darkness
I am alone with the thinks I have done
With the repeating memory
Much like bittersweet revenge
Unharming, like that of opium
On a compulsive binge

Feeding those with knowledge
Who know not there of
Harm done unto themselves
And swept under the rug
Hazing clouds fall so fastly
In a motion so swift, I turn faint
As the sweat rushed from my face
Hidden is this, as I remain saint

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