Dark Poetry ~ Your Happiness

Tracing your pain.

Locating the entrance,
to your scars.

Ripping this burdensome nettle,
from your eye.

Drain the pains,
from your veins
Only memories remain.

Hold hands,
pulling through,
spike-laden spirit pit.

Mind unraveling.

This. Is. What I do.

I am control.

Grasping, tightly.
Making certain to rip lives.

I, the needle in your veins.

I need your pains.

Do not push away.

I do NOT approve.

Of your happiness,
without my permission.

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