These feelings aren’t tears
To flow, cleanse, and release
Is now only a distant pipe dream
These blades rape, they cut into me
Sowing what they reap
Planted by another, the fingers which writhe in my mind
Penetrate
Violate
Demonstrate
Victimize another failed creation
The artist frowns, so the perpetrator can thrive in elation
Everything is an ongoing contagion
Emotions are no exception
Watch out for vampires
Parasites love to make examples of perfection
To pillage, tamper, and desecrate temples
This is no sacred place
This vessel was crafted in vain
What pains me is why?
What did I gain out of futility?
Nothing grows here anymore
The scapegoat is always the unanswered question.
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