Post-Midnight Rituals

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The scars on my wrist
Show battles that I’ve lost
The agony that I’ve suffered
Paying the highest cost

Trading my inner peace
For something quite insane
A demon I can’t control
All that struggle in vain

When I lie on my empty bed
With darkness as my blanket
I let myself drown again
With anchors as my anklet

A downward spiral deeper
With every passing breath
Another endless black hole
Another night to forget

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