Running and Running.
With heavy heart, I loathe you.
I am allergic to your presence,
But still I'm hooked.
On the inspiration of your never ceasing spiral.
Do not dare misshape me!
You faceless beast, for I am known!
Uncontrollable reality, I forbid you!
For you are a blood curdling nightmare.
Which only seems to be misshapen, Broken,
And lost in your exhausted flaws.
But you realize in the end, that beast is you.
Faceless.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
Running and Running.
With heavy heart, I loathe you.
I am allergic to your presence,
But still I'm hooked.
On the inspiration of your never ceasing spiral.
Do not dare misshape me!
You faceless beast, for I am known!
Uncontrollable reality, I forbid you!
For you are a blood curdling nightmare.
Which only seems to be misshapen, Broken,
And lost in your exhausted flaws.
But you realize in the end, that beast is you.
Faceless.
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