Are you afraid you little junkie? To you love is like heroin. It courses through your veins when you take the hit. It melts your senses and numbs the harsh realities you're so frightened of. You can't seem to get enough of it and even if you'll never experience that first high ever again, you've forever cursed yourself to a life of chasing.
Are you afraid? You know the deals are off the table and are left the vacant space vacated which you try to fill with any common vagrant. Filling up this void is not easy and it is the only reason you're so easily misleaded. You walk around grabbing at those that could stifle all longing but is it enough? When the heart you once had has turned so cold, are you proud of yourself?
Are you afraid? You've unleashed a terror that has no fears. You clipped the wings of a lover, sucked all the warm marrow from the bones. The result of your dirty work is the spoken heartbreak on the lips of another. You tore from this earth a love so pure and now all there is left, is the remnants in the hollow.
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