Veins coarse with hatred;
pumping distain hard
to flow,
poisoning my thoughts
and cursing
my dreams to hell.
Choking
on wished malice,
I suffer, praying
for an end,
the end,
my end.
Spoiled
by the undivided attention
but later,
stripped and denied,
drowning
the lullaby
that had me flying high
on a Saint's love.
The pain rots me
to the core
and I beg for the courage
to fight,
but I whimper in fear
of losing,
losing you.
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