distinctive antiquity, with
bejeweled animosity, and
theatrical amusement, so
when do the masks come off
and costumes removed
who's gonna do you in the reverse.
I hate it when you die quickly
and without the screaming to
push me to the edge ,
and if they peel open there eyes
to see what contributes to the tide
it won't disappoint I promise you
if left to choose what I chose to do
I would eviscerate the very heart
of you.
Discretion is highly advised, and
before you decide to fight me back
the reprocution of the circumstances
doesn't faze a brain that's been
electrified and tortured, poked and
prodded, and only the stars fallen
could provide you with cover anonylously
could provide any sense of pain
with hope of an imagined salvation
it'll come back.
©munch77
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