You whirl by in a sea of hate,
The riptide catches onto you and you crash against the waves,
Your anger, like a righteous storm, is spurred on by all the friction.
And you don't know what you are doing,
Everyone can see you are beginning to drown,
But still you keep on swimming,
Unaware that you have already begun your final plummet down.
The ride down to the soft, inviting sand will be a terrifying experience,
Cathartic to those who stand on the edge and watch in glee,
You hope to be saved but we'll just send in the sharks,
And with those beasts of pure hunger you won't last long,
Soon you will be to them what we are to you,
Scarred remains of human feelings,
There to simply feed on.
I'll tell you one thing, though,
I'll smirk as you finally begin to tire of thrashing around,
You've fed off of my weakness for far too long.
How does it feel to have no control?
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