Whose words are flinging venom ‘cross the room?
Do they pierce veins, rot hearts, or bury souls?
What wrongdoing was done to signal doom
And death upon myself, soul swallowed whole?
Decisions drown in murky waters black
Where love’s forgotten, burned by shadow’s breath.
The waves accumulate to pin the tack
Of shame and blame so readily rewreathed.
Why does existence hate my being so?
Do I deserve to die for all my sins
Or hang by binding ropes while screaming woes
And begging dear forgiveness? Tears begin
And fall down bloody skin, that is so lashed
And whipped thoroughly: broken heart has crashed.
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