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pour venom
A fickle finger of hate you point at me
your supremecy knows no limits
you explore the world tasting from a silver cup
You pour venom in and it emerges like treacle
You reel me in
pretend to care and all the while
plot my end
shall i disapear into my own nightmares?
Shall i cut my heart out with a jagged sword
while all along your counsel applauds
I counter attack with breathing in
my battered face my aching limbs
I drag the ink well to my bed
And desperately pen what was said
I snack on soul
You desecrate it
I ache to be whole
premeditate it
Watch your back my shiny friend
alas now I cannot pretend
The power you bewitched me with
was nothing more than subterfuge
You are nothing now
you are just used
Now deliberate at who is best
I've lost the will
But how about you?
Well now, I find I am following along this eerily wicked rendition of cat and mouse or better yet cat and cat only to find it is a competition.
This is so audaciously wicked in all aspects it had me rallying for you.
Awesome write! ~Tim