You speak in metaphors
lies dribbling down your chin
Sword fight with syllables from long forgotten prose
backwards beliefs your armor
faux frailty your shield
Couplets carefully constructed to keep your composure.
Monosyllabic sympathies concealing your cancerous truths.
How long will your *** boil
wretched witches brew
Silver sticky lids spill over
a waterfall of ironies.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
You speak in metaphors
lies dribbling down your chin
Sword fight with syllables from long forgotten prose
backwards beliefs your armor
faux frailty your shield
Couplets carefully constructed to keep your composure.
Monosyllabic sympathies concealing your cancerous truths.
How long will your *** boil
wretched witches brew
Silver sticky lids spill over
a waterfall of ironies.
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