Tearing at edges of my sanity.
You’ve torn at the edges of my sanity
ripped holes in the depths of my conscience,
uttered words of spite filled hate over and over,
swung like the pendulum of doom
because the end it looms so soon.
You’ve cornered me in darkness
swatted at my light, killed my smile
and taken hostage my life. My spirit has
taken refuge in the pits of oblivion,
all because the end, it looms so very soon.
You’ve stole the blue from my eyes,
the laugh from my voice, the sparkle in my
step and the silence in my death, your
hatred draped in perfect festoon, all because
the end it looms so very soon. You killed this
flower that once did bloom, all because, you
couldn’t see the moon.
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