Sick like a stillness
Indifference inks the illness
Love me like a Butterfly?
Or watch me drift away and die?
Love! The very word knots my chest
Disturbs my synapse. Rattles the unrest
Love? My mouth chews and chokes on blood
Spit it out. See our flood
Deafening like a disease
Persecution parades to please
Love me as I break my faulty face?
Or whisper to me my own disgrace?
Love! You think it’s just some happy game?
Trick me, test me. More! The same!
Love? Peddelled like a worthy cause
To heal the wounds on gangrenous gauze
Healing like hypnosis
Concealing conjures cowardice
Love me like a psychosis?
Or watch me shrink in search of bliss?
Love! Has made me sick of life
I’m hanging, hoping, holding the knife
Love? It will not set me free
Because love is sick and sick is me
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: October 25th, 2019 06:18
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Comments2
This is morbidly victorious!
Is it?
I never feel victorious...
Well hey, you are genuine and authentic, that's a victory in of itself!
I meant to say thank you 😊
Your thankfulness is happily accepted 😅
😊
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