#retraction
I felt hatred deep through my veins,
It burnt my skin
Planting the seed of vengeance
‘How dare you’
Your words flashed in my mind.
You tear open my wounds
With your pitiful words,
You **** me every time,
You breathe my name.
You confess your love,
That chokes me every night.
You’re the poison that I ingested,
Voluntarily, naïve little thing.
You strangle me with your words,
Stifling the smothered screams.
You gnash my skin
With your ****** teeth,
You tear open my insecurities,
Piece my piece I pay the price
Of surrendering to the devil.
You call me lovingly,
‘Little pet’,
You expect me to swallow your lies,
The shackles of your tribulations.
You whisper sweet nothings,
Of how I’ll ‘join the great majority’,
And you’ll hunt again,
A prey to torture,
A sacrifice.
How can I let you?
You broke my soul,
Tarnished my body,
For your sickening self;
You reduced me to ashes
For what?
I wait for you to return.
You’re asleep,
Are you tired from inflicting torture?
Oh how sad, aren’t you the victim here.
I sneak up to your lithe form,
You breathe my name,
Is it a silent prayer, darling?
I plunged the knife deep into your heart,
The ***** he doesn’t feel.
Your eyes open, you’re shocked,
You didn’t expect betrayal.
The predator, soaked in blood,
Calls out again, the last time,
Losing his breath, sweating profusely.
‘Die, pet’
Nice retraction, right?
The Hunter dies pleading the hunted,
Ragged breath, such music to my ears.
You die, a meaningless death,
You succumb to that knife you use to ****
**** the others, **** me.
You die, a sobbing mess,
Too cold for life.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
"Micro-organisms are the most powerful force known to man.
Everything relies on these tiny creatures,
And even us, the giants of the climates-
Are subject to a cold wind of a virus."
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Micro-
Economica,
Control every activation-
Watch the electronics-
Spawn and stuff,
Primordial goo is gruff.
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Enough fist-i-cuffs
It's rough.
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Every expression, hides a smaller organism
Smiling and fizzling.
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Micro-organisms,
We are controlled every hour.
We are the wretches...
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Half smiles, packed with germ styles
It's sick.
It's just the way we function- on top of the garbage pile.
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Grasp for the notion-
Emotion is an ocean
Grasp the notion-
Emotion's in commotion.
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It's the essence of a penned hand,
Every letter is different,
that forms un-same words.
The chromosomes that form us-
We are entitled to so much corruption.
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Bold faced lie-
It's agonizing, trying to fight
Having raging black mold
Conformation in cleaning out our insides.
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But I smile...
My teeth crawling with it,
Everywhere,
Carry as I speak."
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
instant retraction
retaliation of the mind
rejection is hard to understand
the underlying revelation blinding
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC