Round and around a curse builds it's nest
Of a sickening fable, no lesson, but a mere crisis
Of a polluted reverie that is my head.
Detest me,
Fulfill this will of a miserable being
Detest us for who we say
Are lies, fabrications
Hiding yet another an estranged frame
Twisted, broken, bitter with this air.
Go find me a reason to breathe.
As many a word spoken, plenty vows broken
To the very depths and the core
Screams the shaken,
The distorted.
Voices so foreign
Brimming with the littlest of serene cry for death
Peacefully lying with the entangling names;
Names that haunt, tatter
Rip apart feeble trace of life.
Oh damn,
Tell me how I could breathe.
Imaginary existence
Ferociously howls to escape bodily bars
She has put on a smile over her porcelain frame
And his menace
Tore her between two worlds.
Tell me, how could you breathe without a vent?
Twisted, broken, alone with this air
Riding the lust and hate,
Created yet another repulsive name.
Hate me. Hate us.
Never detach us.
Forgot
Memories lost
Times gone
Past through the shell without a soul
As the hands without limbs suffocate...
I can't breathe.
About the Creator
Azreen Mahmood
i write
to make sense of what's wrong around me
to let my emotions find a place
to say there's another perspective, always
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