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i found a tunnel to lose myself in. the man holding the light at the end told me to go back in. come out one end and leave through the other. he teases me for he knows im a moth to the flame and it burns when i smile.

thank you for the haunting memory

your touch forever rips at my skin

biting my neck, clawing at my back

you're welcome for the lingering memory

ruby red as it ran down your spine onto my knees

one was never enough, you'll always remember

this childish chant molds us into one

someone knows the passion that was felt

everyone knows it was not rough enough

scratch the itch just to open the wound

we're both poisoned now

when time fades both of our scars

you'll be able to stretch

i'll become the next poison dart

thank you for the haunting memory

the scratches, the cuts, and especially the bruises

i'll take them to the grave with me