proceeding at your own discression
tripping over your own expectations
I've retired to this darkness once more
but you keep on sending invitations
and I'm not really feeling these words

bring me to my knees, feed me to the wolves
tetra datura my hands are cut but not bleeding
but all of my woe fell upon spiders
two weeks tomorrow, but only six heart beats

"you do this to yourself"

I need to hide my voice
a counterfeit carapice of martyrdom
waters come trembling
but I'm ready to leave this time

"but you... you ruin me"
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cliche' title, but ah well.

Very cool writing. And welcome to the forum. Sparks!, is that like a point of no return reference?

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