Poetry

Hypnotized

Can you sense my ache
Do you hear my silent scream
Without you, I am cold
A ghost in a rotting shell
Depraved under a hypnotic spell
Your brand of love suffocates
I need your toxic air
To become someone I don’t recognize
Even if it kills me dead

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