08 May, 2020

Untitled 7. My return from a poetic recession.

Untitled 7

05/08/2020

 I'm just tried of of these reconciled liars 

believing all their rage induced, blazing fires

their chaos creating, reckless hating, demon insides

fry my brain, leaving deep cuts and silent cries


what am i supposed to do

against a fearless fighter

while I'm just afraid of you

tell me please before i leave you too


I'm left with no choice

except to be nice

my enemies stay

against my will and my way


i want to know

what I'm supposed to show

my aching brain

or my lowest low


or another mask

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