For two years now I've withstood the torrential beating of your protons that you continuously toss at my heart. In the back of your mind you know that I'm utterly attracted to every atom of you; you've taken advantage of this heart for far too long.
My heart was sparked into a raging flame created by the acetic words you so sweetly forced me to swallow. Gagging on the awful taste your lies have left in my taste-buds; I'm having an allergic reaction to your sickening side-effects. Foaming at the mouth, I can hardly breath from being force fed Alka-Seltzer promises. Rinsing out my mouth, I'll rid myself of the drugs you keep pumping through these capillaries.
Drained from my withdrawls, I'm lacking the thing I've been so reliant on. You. All of the haziness is wearing off and I can finally see past the synthetic feelings you've made me feel all this time. You were never really here; you were just some mistake on the Periodic Table. Just a fancy metal with lusterious shine that made me think that it might be worth something. To my surprise, the only thing you ever were was a big heap of pyrite. Nothing special. Jumping into a pool of acid, your luster washes away and the only thing that is left is the image hidden behind the lies. Nothing.
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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