Feelings of a soul wasted.
I have grown far beyond and
cannot find my way back.
Within sheets of blood
and clouds of doom.
Cowered
under powered hands
that control each and every
movement,
so that I may lie
locked within.
Atrophied and desolate.
Spirit runs and hides
and mentally cannot cope.
Quivered, fearful
the frayed end of a rope.
Run out of corners.
run out of hope.
So many disguises to hide myself
all I really want is me.
Yet you sit apathetic,
horrid and cruel.
Every intention of hate
poured into words.
You know which trigger to pull.
You’ve always had the right ammunition.
Straight to the heart,
in for the kill.
I have stopped trying to comprehend
any reasons.
My biggest fear,
is believing that you have won.
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