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[hvy_mtl_munky77]

I met an old friend today. I greeted him like it hasn't been over a year since our last meeting. He was still as cold, sharp as ever, wanting to cut me as deep as I would let him again.
I love my old friend, as sharp and dull as he is. He's always here in bad times - never the good.
The times of agony (he's waiting)
The times of pain (he's causing it)
The tears, the blood - he's watching them, shining with victory.
It was a reflection of light that caused me to see him, after so long. He'd been waiting, like he always does.
Oh, how he was missed.
All of my memories came flashing back, so did the addictions. His piercing caress, always leaving that soft mark, tainting ... I'm drawn in.
You cut. You pierce. You carve deep into my very being ...
Blood. Pain.
"Let it all go", you tell me. "Let me help."
But all you do is mar! Corrupt!
You make my interal screams visible. My cries are now wounds.
Your uncontrollable lust to taint my body is drawn into my skin. I can't fight it anymore.
The droplets begin to fall.....
I met an old friend today.
He always cuts me deep.
I met an old friend, and now I have bled.