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Spite

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By ViliPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Spite
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I repent not

For the crimes against my flesh

I repent not

For the heartbreaks started afresh

For the exhilaration found in torture

Have taught me to find pleasure

In the crimson drops of rain

That I used to paint myself sane

And I regret not

Training my heart to failure

And I regret not

My long buried futures

Or the years lost to vengence

Your petrified body, my dance

The bridges set ablaze

Or solitudes warm embrace

For I stand still and you're scattered

Through everything you'll miss

I want every love for life and every bliss

To strike me unnanounced

Til I enter the scortched heavens

Every angel's feather turned to stone

Bring fall to him who hath risen

A last feast on your rotten bones

I pray that I remain unrequited

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    Written by Vili