Last Temptation

I shine.
I am the cure for your pain. A cure that glitters but is not gold; a perpetuation of the problem.
I am the tool for the addictive self-hate that lives in us all.
I am so beautiful,
So coy and almost innocuous. . .
But when you see me you know what I am.
My true purpose.
Watch me glisten as I perch up on the counter top, lay on the couch, radiant for you.
You can't resist me.
So seductive you can't help but gasp as I kiss your flesh,
red rising in lines, symbols, and words.
You love me. You hate me.
You promise, you abstain, you distract yourself.
But I am patient.
I know.
I wait.
I am always here for you when you need me.
You always come crawling back, out of your depth and out of your mind. You always come back. You always come back to use me.
Abuse me.
And after all that is done, all that is left is a fine white line or a symbol or a word.
I am:
A devil's mark. A sign. A contract. A memory. Another reason for you to hate yourself.
I am the cure for your pain, a cure that glitters but it not gold. A perpetuation of your problems.
Yeah,
I'm your Last Temptation.

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