I feel the feet of my past walk over me, squatting,
looks me dead in the eyes, flickers seductively
and says.. do you remember? clattering against
the sanity of my mind, daring me to taste an old
delicious flavor.
Recalling every song he sang, he knew every
line and played it against my skin, made promises
I believed in......oh how divine his words were they
would rinse through my soul, stripping me naked bare
to the core without resistance, without conscience,
I was lucid to the very end.
And in those moments of remembrance, he had consumed
my every thought, I made my bed around his lies, and
I never knew the difference, and now I feel the feet of
my past coming up to tempt me once again, I hear its
sirens calls on the edge of a cliff willing me to fall.
leaving you the way I did, was the best screw
I ever gave you, now the flavor I taste
in my mouth is called…
~Freedom~
, but since this is a anonymous please don't say my name, 
Gold trophy winner
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and me too, glad you stopped by my Friend, 
