I glanced over to my right arm
And ponder; I did at what I saw
For down beyond that bend did my eyes see
The scab that formed from natural law
I attempted to ignore the scab
I ignored it best I could
But in the back of my mind
There was a beast that would
Rip open that scab, and watch
Watch my blood on skin to sooth
Get pleasure in the pain
Like vitality was old news
It would tear at my skin
On my blood it would feed
My Stockholm syndrome won’t stop this senseless self-destruction
Its bittersweet seduction
It is then I learn
I learned it from me
That inside every man
Is his own worst enemy
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