Scars that comes unexpectedly..
Blame it on my self greed..
Too much, may be just too much that i have leaned..
Less but bloody dreadful texts..
Whirls your mind to a mess..
Slammed in front with a mace..
It went to far, it is not my chase..
A whole i know that i never can get near..
Reality it is that i must be feared..
Indulged to what it is now and then..
Depends on self to live or die in the Demon's Den..
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