she looks at me again
with those dismal and pleading eyes, gorged with fear
her fingers shakily reaching
scratching
pawing
staggering
to grasp the teat of life
to relish and drown in spartan-white pap that dribbles down it
she looks at me again
with those reluctant and narrowed eyes, seething with unprecedented scorn
her fingers cunningly crawling
lurching
curling
skulking
to claw at my neck
to relish and drown in the carmine hues that will burst forth from my aorta
she wants
she lusts
she desires
to succumb to the numbing pleasure of complete and utter hubris
the cornucopia of madness and insanity incarnate
she is the retold tale of icarus
one whose predestined demise at the hands of her own callousness
her own devilish naivete
would cause her to plummet from the heavens that she once called her home
would cause her to lose her immortality, her divine shield of egocentrism
would cause her to become fueled by spite, wrath, ire
would cause her to forget the pain that came with pain
would cause her to realize that her own pride
is to incite someone else's prejudice
she knows
how much pleasure can come from the dull throb of pain
the aching agony that gets fat off consuming someone's sanity
the tumultuous torment that rapidly devours someone's purity
she knows
her heart
drenched in an irremovable black stain of sin
will never once again
feel
beat
comprehend
sympathize
empathize
for she knows
and will forever know
sick pleasure
and
sicker pain
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Here Lies Our Thoughts
PoetrySometimes words are better left unused, trapped forever in our minds and muted by our mouths. But alas, ugly things unexpectedly come from beautiful people - and it is about time we share them. May their thoughts forever rest in peace.
