I am drowning in an ocean of lust and anger
Your presence is intoxicatingly annoying now
You dance around me with a smirk knowing damn well that I am burning inside
I know this is your subconscious way of punishing me
Punishing me for perhaps you would consider me winning
But I'm dying, I have nothing to claim here
This is not my territory
Not my home
And even if I hang my artwork on your walls
These very walls are a new debilitating prison
I can still touch you
But you seem unmoved
I can still feel the blood inside me scratching my veins
I can feel my body hating me for torturing it like that
And there's nothing I can do
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