make me monster,
riveted.
elliptical seances
pull us towards
muster all your worth
less becomes more
at times, we live
lower in the highest
places, we beseech you
come and hold candles
wind, winding down
this rain will never
stop being, cold
cadaverous, your word
has withered
sun-drenched promise
little sustenance, on
poison substance
we beg
mercy does not
know me
hopeless and drenched
make me monster
I find terror
when alone,
I feign mercy.
Just the same,
I feel without….
it’s all fire, anger, fear
make me,
monster.
ravenous in
sundown. Lest,
you should hope,
less.
we will find us
helpless.
do not forget your medicine.
makes us,
monster.
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Love love LOVE this! Extremely badass
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thank you so much my friend!
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