The time had passed and
I never knew how dead and lonely I would be
so I kept the scars and wore them like a badge.......... then..
The momentary sacrafices
and the depleting of ones vitality, the draining of substance and the syphoning of soul.
it's all but transformed me into
the very thing I feared the most
the change has robbed me of love, hate and any other sense of emotional feelings
a lying heap of decayed flesh
cursed to existence
but denied my right to breathe
so goes this explosive deniability
beside fallen angels
amongst the vile
amidst the shunned
turn your back, turn cheek as the blade sinks further in and twisting
poignant and unrefined
raw sewage spewed before your porcelain feet
unbowed but broken
speak for ghosts while this night sky is choking
awaken the sense of carnality
for a mere moments recollection of a past that was
never meant to be .......
The never to trust was afoot long before the behest of a debauchery, unintentional but meant to murder, whilst treacherous instinct plays pivotal status and personal dedication for abuse..
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