Strip me down,
Away from comfort,
Away from capacity,
Watch me slither,
Towards insanity,
Towards impurity,
As my insecurities,
Initiates rage,
From what has always been,
Under your control.
Your legion consumes me,
Making me still,
In this crossroad,
Where narcissistic ways,
Feed me,
Severe angst,
Befriend me,
And solitude,
Overtakes me,
Little did I know,
This compromised position,
Is now my abode.
Written by Mervyn Richard
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