Conscience

take off runnin again,

and i will make it known

secrets in your bed

when you're not alone

tearing holes in your mind

where the memories seep through

whispers linger on the threads

pay the demons their due

feel the pleasure in the pain

splinter to marrow in your bones

remind your feeble, narrow soul

that you're never really alone

1/19/26

Andi Sword

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