Their hearts Once felt Silence Then worlds from words Emerge
Now hubris Speaks for them Mere thoughts The nothing Enslaves man
Their tongues Only taste Malice
Rotten lungs Breathe a cloud Of filth
Forever Hope wasted Envy death
Drone Sky filled screams Envy deaf
Made to love hate
Nailed Pierced into Every fear
Dragged Ripped from Crimson rust Never heal
Every betrayal, I am there. Every murder, I am there. Every time a knife slits the throat, every finger that chokes, every rape gutting all trust and hope, I am there. In distress, you glorify me. But while your finger massages the trigger anxious to drive steel between a child's terrified eyes, you forget me. Yet, I am always there, and I am forced to love it. I am forced to love all you inflict. I am forced to love every scream you gouge, every drained body you starve, and the ocean of tears you've drowned so many in. But you knew you could thrive. You knew you could because you made me this way. A love of no conditions—a disposable tool to excuse perpetual suffering through decaying hearts and sludge-filled eyes. I am the yellowed, grimy needle left upon the concrete just to be thoughtlessly drained in your next fix. You hear me in the final words of their lives—unable to hate, begging in quivering, breathless cries.
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