forgive and forget.
such empty words…
(better shattered to shreds,
let rabid through the veins,
to tear up and wreck
what beats filthy…)
take a dip
a little will drip
let some slip
why yes…
why not a sip?
forget to forgive.
such festering words…
better left to rot
crawling through the heart
that cries out
for revenge.
a shallow feeling ferments
sight a contemptuous slit
smileless lines align to enclose
a sharply curling serpent worm.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
You know what would be good right now?
An end.
Yeah, an end.
so i have to never
contemplate all the misery spent
on thinking how much longer?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
how much longer?
until i finish appeasing
the baleful twisted victors…
until finally someone admits
the foundation’s breaking…
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I must be buried alive
fully rotting already
feed upon the very hate that
seeps from my inescapable trap.
No other reason
then from the goodness of your heart
you act without needing to
and that is all that matters.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I hate to love you:
I am always yours,
I nor you are ever mine,
but as yours, as yours…as your only own…
I yearn…
for ours.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
my lips are bruised
from too many bitten back words
the tears only make them burn.
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you say you shouldn’t say
but you say it anyways
what height do you achieve
in bringing down what you held so high
trodding on what you notice
yet don’t.
guilt is a serpent which slithers
holding appled innocence in its fangs
as it moves deeper into the world
so does its venom
into fruity flesh
but ahhh how deception works
to only make this fruit more jubliant to the fazed eye
it is only after the gift already greedily enjoyed
that the slider’s trick and treat embitters…
forgets the tool its purpose
and spends its life in fruitless search…
spellbound and stuck fast
in syrupy venom
slickening all surroundings
so that snake may spy and spread silently still more
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