A Denial Game

Do not touch the heart of the witch
No heart do I have thus she will say
It is the dark hole I deeply enjoy
Self tortured pain screaming for more
Teach me no lessons for I have none
But this mutant pain thirsty disease
No comfort for me for I will loose
A good excuse not to see the sun

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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