Don't tell me to choke on my blood
to swallow what I cannot.
Don't stab me with your insignificant words.
They are worth nothing.
Can't you see I am already gasping
for some eternity you will never give.
God forbid your angelic stings.
God forbid myself.
I'm being murdered
and no one does nothing.
They stare and stare
but do nothing.
What worth is your plead?
How much more am I worth!
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The Maze of Curiosities
PoetryPoetry is a writing of passion And a lonely fashion Hated by most But something to toast. This writing would be heaven And a worth given lesson To anyone out there To become bare And be Rare. How may you ask? Leave your mask Forget its existen...
