My oh my, I’ve forgotten how it feels.
When you eat at the soul.
When you steal the definition.
When the creativity smolders and flakes into ash that die with the sun in
the evening.

Feel the empty spikes thrust into your chest.
Punished for the waste of flesh.
Kiss red lips before you lids close final.
I hope you relish this violent ending
you’ve worked so hard to deserve it.

 
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