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Cravings
I crave its kiss upon my skin,
a false prophet promising my soul relief.
Its siren calls blinds me to the truth
with such sweet seduction.
Exhilaration fills my body as my pain slips
away in crimson ribbons tinged with shame.
The illusion of peace surrounds me, and
I sink into its false embrace.
The beast is silent but his mark remains.
A reprieve has been won, the price is paid.