Appendages faint away to prune
The thrashing floggings snap the back of my flesh
Progress on the glossy road, it grows wider by the step
What good will come of this?
Am I self-destructive?
Am I a masochist?
Am I something special?
Do I mean anything at all?
Or am I merely bound to fall?
Acidic streams scathe my esophagus
Anguish unbeknownst to all souls
The merry way, receptive
Greets everyone but I
With an inviting twinkle, a sincere smile
Dissolving my yearning to die
The indigo that washed the trembling albino into a frozen state
Has bled into a rushing stream of self-contempt and uncertainty
Gradually curving into a crater
An abyss that magnifies my wide-eyed mind
Predispositions of my visions
The shards still pierce my skin
I wince, yet elimination is visible
My cold, blackened heart tossed in the blistering flames
Heat rises heart once again
Hatred swirls like a coiled serpent
Dashed with pure, unadulterated envy
Windows drawn, I fear and---expectation
An agent of tug of war
The ointment of my soul
TBC.
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