Demented thoughts flow through my brain
That merge fantasy and reality
Causing urges from which I must refrain
But I crave the immoral sensuality
My wounds are so deep
They don’t bleed anymore
But they make it hard to sleep
Because they’re still sore
These wounds won’t seem to heal
Even with time, they never fade
But I’m used to the feel
From the sharpened blade
Recovery is on my mind
And I know this journey is long
Hopefully, I won’t fall behind
I’m ready to be strong