fight or flight

I spat in the devils face screaming he is not the one I feared believe me, these scars date back more than 20 years, I fought my fair share of wars to still be standing here, found myself standing face to face with the tainted soul of a demon in disguise, intelligent and astute, so I began falling for the pretty lies, I gave away my heart when I chose to leave it up to fate, while the whole time you were strategically playing games and I always took the bate, they say to love is to never cause pain but with your twisted practice of puppeteer love was just a lethal drug , and I am the addict once again.. but .. but you told me you loved me, with a closed fist that felt like a loaded gun, cracking three of my ribs that must’ve argued with my lung.. you wanted me gone and at that point I did too, it wasn’t until after you took your shot, that I realized I wasn’t bulletproof, You were the hand that pulled the trigger, the one who held the gun, And the only place I felt at home was with the damage you had done. They look at every bruise and ask how I could ever stay, Not knowing that your "mercy" was the drug that paved the way. They see a door to freedom, but I see a desert floor, Where the silence is a hunger that I’ve never felt before. You were the poison in my water, the sickness in my chest, Yet I crawled back for the "antidote" you offered as a test. It’s a pharmacy of shadows where the dealer is the ghost, And I’m starving for the very thing that’s killing me the most. My nervous system is a wire, humming with the dread, Repeating every "pretty lie" you planted in my head. With a broken spirit you hollowed the shell and built me a home in this psychological hell, this room has no corners the floor has no weight I’m drifting in circles deciding my fate, but “I” is a word that has started to leak, from the holes in your story you tell when you speak, stripping away any sense of identity I had left I got so lost, you being the only cause, isolated and indoctrinated i would sit wait for you like one of Pavlov’s dogs, . You held up a mirror and showed me a ghost, the version of myself I hated the most then you cracked the mirror and buried the map, and laughed as I fell for your psychological trap met with a wicked goddess at the crossroads, now it’s time to make a deal, I’ll sell my soul if karma promises to make you her last meal.
They see a victim choosing chains, a heart that’s lost its way, But it’s just a detox in the dark while begging for the day. you’ve create a phantom - a ghost in a suit - with a mind that is hollow - and a heart that is mute . And finally the world was like a stage set of plywood and glue, and the only thing real or certain was you .. now I hear your voice in the back of my head as you whisper those words that I still dread, the best kind of cage is the one made of air.. they’ll never escape if they don’t know it’s there

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