Trials [part 2]

Like a crazed lunatic, I fell easily into relapse.

I sexually backslided

into endless nights. Into endless bowls

and meaningless moments

that should have meant more.

I was the master of the game;

breaking hearts and quickly driving away...

 

But I felt a change in my world.

At first I ignored it, implored that it would dissapear.

I ignored every change and feeling.

But this discerning touch would not leave me,

and when I let it in I knew;

there were no more chances,

no more mistakes that would wash away.

My time was nearly up,

 

...that I had to escape.

The End

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