it silently breeds in the ambit of night,
‘neath the sanctum sanctorum deep in my soul,
with your lies breeding hate like a parasite;
consuming me whole.
transient veils of darkness gracing night skies,
watching black hands that wipe hours from the clock
bleeding hearts from wooden stakes driven by lies,
tick, tick, tock; tick, tock.
alone in the sea of selfish psychosis,
I recant infections of a hostile word.
festering nemesis feeds my neurosis,
it’s all so absurd.
so at one in the morning as I sit all alone
and remember the girl that once was so pure,
I shall lick the wounds that my heart has outgrown
and feel insecure.
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