suddenly
i'm sick
i'm groaning
again
i'm full of filth;
endearing sin
and i'm guilty
just like you
how long?
i'm in love
with it all;
vengeful and
trembling
at my heart,
i suffocate,
deteriorate
a little more,
enduring
what's wrong?
are you there too?
with nothing left
but the blood they claimed
was blue
as it surged through
constricted veins,
searching for something close
to truth,
but only found the pain
in the cracks
left behind
i hope you find
something true,
something beyond the dreary dirt
that clings to the skin
as if it's something that rattles within
the crust of your heart-
a terrible art
made of ribbons
composed from the insides
of the heathens
they claim us to be
and i hope you'll see
it's nothing more than illusions
etched in time
to a rhyme
that can never be spoken
broken,
i heal
as long as i can feel
the breaking strands of a peace that never was
above a makeshift representation of you,
but i think you already knew
my intentions were pure.
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