The ridicule of evil aspirations
and the cursing of internal rot
does it bring me to my knees
does it deal consequence
or does it just reveal the true monster I am inside
Either way I must believe or be
left in the dust and bone
The way you appeared to me in
perspired beauty
With delinquent attire and scent
fit only for a goddess that you've become to me
I no more cast your name in vain
less you drain my soul like before
what's left, what purpose to serve and for whom do we cater to
The tinniest of creations, yet the biggest of destruction
like every tear shed, like every prayer left unsaid
the ïhe cost is the chaos we were all born with and never able to shake , or unless you bow
and sacrafice yourself⅝
©munch77
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