Drifting among old memories and
Undeveloped stories in my head,
My imagination wanders farther into this vastness,
Where I really rather not tread.

Dangerous thoughts of hurt and lust,
Damaging areas where I once loved,
Loved and lost and kept the souvenirs,
And watched them turned to rust.

While I have kept these things in fondness,
My mind wanders towards corners of midnight.
And as I get closer and closer to uncouth ideas,
My little treasures begin to turn perverse in my sight.

Imaginings of death and pain,
Lust and erotic mixtures of distrust and laughter.
It all gets so much closer,
So much the more familiar now life chapter.

Stabbing out my eyes in waking sleep,
And walking dumb in sleeping wake,
I would try anything just to forget this
Twisted wired instant mind fuck.

I did it to myself, yes, must take the blame,
No matter how much they had touched me,
My mind goes down this rut,
And I am the one who begins to like the dirty things.

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