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How does it feel
when I hold you close
As I empty my remorse,
your love my comatose

If I overdose you
will I die from cardiac arrest?
Would you rush the paramedics
To try resuscitate me

I loathe love,
it makes me feel like a parasitical pest
Yet it also brings out of me,
the worst and the best!

I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you
I'd rather be forlorn
than being alone
Loves makes me whimper
like a child
When it runs wild in my weird mind

You hate nothing about me yet
And I loathe that you love him
It's not your fault, he picked u up first
And made you a guest in his wide heart

In my heart you already reign
And you call the shots in my brain
I wait for you like a train
And like much needed rain

Come wash away my loneliness
Drown my fears
And dry my tears

If I wait for you to stop loving him
How long will it take?
If I pray for him to stop needing you
Will you hate me for that?
This is a series for Emma The Immaculate!
After a protracted time
I’ve come to realize
Why you and I
Could never work.
I could feel it,
Each time I held you close,
It was all in front of me
Portrayed by your eyes
I could see it
Your eyes betrayed you
Even under an overdose,
With your comatose
I could see my loss
Floating on the waters
Like a putrefying corpse
Your stench haunted my days
And darkened my nights
But the pitch black night finally vanished
And the thick black cloud vaporized.
I realized how pulverized I was,
As I envisioned why we could never work,
What went wrong, how it went wrong and when I felt wrong… When you told me to be strong
And asked me how long I could wait for a ratchet
Only then I would have never,
Never promised you a single second of my time cuz
All you ever made me do was commit crimes in the name of love That’s why we could never work
For a dog can never be a soul mate with a wolf
A monogamous creature betrayed by a polygamous animal
What a shame for a god like me to lust after a dog like you
I should have seen it
But how could I when grief was my poison?  
The venom which took me from the height I fell
And only came to realize
I have to fly high in the sky asking none why
For eagles can’t soar with filthy vultures  
How I hate what I once soul craved
won’t adore dirt in flesh sepulchers
And death from a ***** I once hotly pursued in lust not love.
  
WOLFURIC # 1

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