And now i sit in desperation.
Indeed, I lay in it.
I sink and immerse myself into the deep, warm familiarity of sadness.
It consoles me, the pain.
Truly, it has always been there for me
It holds onto me tight like no one else;
those strangers' attempts to comfort me in vain.
It holds my body and doesn't let go,
unlike all those who left me stranded alone.
This familiar, lovely scent comforts me,
Oh the smell of blood is just so clean!
And so I need nobody else; those dirty whores.
All I need is a touch to my skin from a friend, with affection,
And you- you fulfill my need, as my cold skin grows to shiver
From the inside of my bones it grows, but you give me life,
you are perfection.
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