You infect my mind again,
that's the name of your game,
inspecting all the treads that bind,
to see which
ones can be pulled tighter,
cutting off my blood supply.
You demand to inflict pain,
my oxygen-depleted head
is getting lighter,
making me feel
I'm slowly going insane.
You like the way the screams
spray out like a rain
of hurt being drained
by the dirty earth.
Open wounds
and dirty blades,
you wish to get
your grubby fingernails
underneath my skin.
Poison the well
from somewhere deep within.
Piercing my shell,
to stop me flourishing.
You ingest my thoughts,
leaving me comatose
and confused.
You take my heart
and toss it aside
as if it serves no use.
You rummage around inside,
filthy hands
smearing every organ,
until I'm like an oil slick,
with islands of remains
sticking out of it,
my stomach gurgles
with sick.
You make me cry,
those last salty tears
I have left welling up inside.
You make them flow,
a waterfall down my face,
but still, you won't go.
Still, you want to pick some more.
Taking chunks of my flesh
and cooking up a storm.
But I'll regrow.
I'll come back
so much stronger
than before.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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