It is there,
within the blackness,
and the blood,
and the pain.
It is an addictive rush,
of pleasure.
It is what keeps you there.
Hiding in the dark.
Bathed in agony.
You must fight both.
Pain and pleasure.
Pleasure and pain.
Or you will not succeed,
in your escape.
Resist the siren song.
Run towards the light.
It is there that you'll heal.
In time you will see,
that you were trapped.
It will be but a memory.
And if your soul,
should carry a scar,
let it remind you,
to be grateful.
For it means,
that you broke free.
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