You think I'm so subtle,
So delicate,
Is it because my vindictiveness is so depleting?
But you know you feel that it's there, and waiting ever so gently for the motion to take place,
My rage must be of colossal nature,
And something worth freeing in your presence,
So you can't burn,
You took so much sickening pride,
Save some for everyone else, won't you?
Dominating so arrogantly,
If you must stay,
I'll take my own demise with delight,
And destroy everything.
Everything except you.
You are the only thing that I cannot burn.
So you will be left alone,
In rubble and ashes for an eternity.
To suffer
So destroy me one last time,
To feed your vengeance,
Boast to yourself that you've won,
And I'll feel a satisfaction,
As my flames die out,
Knowing you'll wait here forever in solidity,
And have the company of nothing,
Absolutely nothing
but the solace of only yourself to reflect on all that you've done.
YOU ARE READING
Somnolence - III *Editing*
PoetryLet me tell you, Why I can't sleep at night. From Faded feelings and Empty Thoughts, came a deep somnolence .. where I desired to rest for an eternity. | book is probably completed for now, even though I don't want to let go | Editing slowly
