a blood lust
nay
mental extortion,
engulfs
the only iota
of resistance
i have left to claim.
from the moment
you were allowed
to sashay
within my walls,
built by the need
for sanctuary,
we have become
a feuding
enigma
of freudian fantasy
and lurid lust.
we churn
in an embattled
reality,
laden with conflicted
thirsts and desires,
that stabs
with unyielding
ferocity.
yet i come back,
i return,
i come back
to the familiar pain
which has become
a beacon
for my sordid need.
remaining a slave
to your hunger
has turned my vision
into a blur,
my tomorrows
into hopelessness
and feeble attempts
at escape.
i lie to myself
and yearn,
uncontrollably,
for the insanity
which gives comfort.
drain the humanity
i've come to loathe
and make me
a bottom feeder
like you.
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