Apparently the circumstances that have arisen from the depths of that place named "Nowhere"
Have caused Tension to surface between these once called "friends"
Obviously my telepathic powers have once again,
Failed to express to me, the importance, of my unknown actions.
This internal carafe of guilt
Is disguised by my perfectly hand made masquerade of emotions.
Imposing upon undeniable sectors of unworthiness,
Your lack of words along with your lack of body language in general,
Personify just how you managed to uphold your "oh so prestigious" personality.
Prophesizing the end of the world would be less of a challenge than,,
Attempting to unveil the origin of your selfishness.
Feeling indebted to such a superficial, condescending, oppressive being,
Such as you… is traumatizing my diseased conceptual state I was trapped into,
By your condemning wrath.
Walk away from this preventable situation that you so craftily conjured up
In your own pivotal mind.
Leave me here,
Just go,
With no inkling as to what I Possibly could have done to receive this treatment
Upon which You have bestowed so generously.
But, don't worry…
Your impaired truth, disgraced love, and branded faith,
Have encouraged yet also convinced me to give you exactly what you want from me…
So I've left a blood-filled flask upon your pillow… in remembrance of the friend you once had.
Me.
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