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Table of Contents Till Death Do We Part

By Amy N.

I sit here tonight, I’ll tell you why I came
To open up these wounds, and bleed out the shame
So don’t get too close, you’re being fore-warned
For this pain is contagious, so ample to scorn.
So stick around if you so dare,
And I’ll tell you the tale I’ve come to share.
Listen closely, truly attempt to hear
Let go your judgments, set aside your fear.
I may be young, thought I’ve seen too much
My life forever altered, I’ve been touched
Taken by a force invisible to the naked eye.
Doesn’t matter if you’re brave, a coward or shy.
For this entity doesn’t waste time to dis-criminate
Eternally patient, always willing to wait.
As it enters your body it will infinitely be,
A piece of you or a part of me.
So now its in you, now comes the obligation
Forever endeared, an intimate infatuation.
Yet in this relationship there comes no love.
Pushed this way and that, so easily shoved.
And your soul will stir; like the breeze.
All trust will break and your heart will freeze.
So it goes you’ve been convicted.
To live among the ghosts, you’re one of the addicted.
Thought it was simple, so easy to quit.
Where is your judgment now, where is your wit?
Its not so easy this way of life.
You’re married to a disease just like a wife.
Thought this is truly death till you part.
Ironic isn’t it how your life has yet begun to start.
Perhaps you had to fall to finally see.
And now that you’ve seen all the horror
Can you truly know what your life has in store?
A battle so fierce it will turn you inside out.
Leaving you skeptical, and consumed with doubt.
“What to do now?”, you wearily ask.
I warned you this was no easy task.
It’s up to you to find your way.
Out of darkness and into day.
No one else can make this choice.
It will have to be your own true voice.
So now you can feel me, we’re finally equal.
But there is no part two, no Hollywood sequel.
So savor your every last waking breath,
Cause your next choice will mean life or death.


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