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We rip each other apart,
raw and bloody.

Angry words,
Venomous stares,
Pointed fingers;
Raging tides filled with blood.

It would be a lie,
If I said I never wished for your downfall,
If I refused that there were times I wanted you dead;
You too have my blood on your hands though,
A mutual hate filled with some twisted affection.

A predator hunting a predator.

#OC #draft Twisted fate [Draft 08]
Your pristine attire,
Your gentle arms,
Your tranquil warmth,
Your mellow voice,
Your ocean gaze;

I'm afraid of tainting them.

With my blood,
With my sins.

#Scribble
Just for the day,
be vulnerable;

I will hold you tightly,
Keep you safe beneath my ribs,
Cage you in my arms,
and won't let you go.

Just for the night,
let the storm rage,
let the screams out;

Be yourself,
Be mine.

#love
I've kept burning myself,
trying to keep others warm;

The flames have finally exhausted now,
leaving me in dying ambers,
surrounded by harsh winter.

#random
It's laughable,
how you invite me inside the castle of your heart,
yet keep me locked outside the gates. Caged.

Then you point your fingers,
and call me a traitor.
___

What shall I do?
What role should I play?
How shall I move, in this dance of distrust and lies?


#OC
She is a marionette;
Dancing dutifully to your euphonious words,
you call her graceful,
yet envy her elegance.

You shape her to your whims,
dehumanizing her being,
ever mocking her thoughts,
ever blemishing her skin.

She offers no resistance,
getting moulded by your hands,
you call her obedient,
yet envy her subservience.

She is your design,
your puppet on strings,
you call her your perfect creation,
yet envy her radiance.
_____

Aren't you tired of playing God?

#OC #shortpoetry
You are the splash of colour,
On this black & white canvas of mine.

#random
I have deprived myself;
of warmth, of shelter,
of pride, of dignity,
of truth, of possession,
of hate, of love;

Just to become something,
you wish to have.

Carefully packaged,
devoid of it all that makes me human.

Just a doll on the shelf.

#pillowthoughts
I will leave the letters that you wrote,
leave the flowers you brought,
burn the bridges that we crossed,
threads of affection we embossed.

But I refuse to stay,
In this crumbling abhorrent fort,
This Indignity,
It sears my wounded heart.

#Scribble
If hate is all you are willing to offer;

Blame me.

Blame me for your suffering,
for your hurt, your demise,
then hold me tight
and whisper in my ears
that it's a lie.

#Scribble
You are the one, carving sins,
yet it is my hand, that feels soiled.

You are the one, surrounded by rotting flesh,
yet it is my being, that smells putrid,
my skin, that seems tainted.

Besrmiched. Blemished.

Just for I'm your child,
am I a monster?
Is it in my blood, father?

#OC #draft
Take my pieces,
all you need to make yourself whole,
Then kiss my wounds,
and be the melody in my sea of silence.

#love
There is a raging sea,
stormy at the shores,
filled to the brim;

I wish to let it go,
break the barriers;
yet I can't find the strength,
to let the crystal drops fall
and be free.
__

I desperately wish to cry.

#Scribble
Slowly, carefully, please stretch your arms out...

Reach for me quietly, tenderly,
grab me tightly and don't let me go.

I'm a wounded animal,
scared and writhing;
I may hurt you,
wrapped in the cocoon
of my own suffering and madness,
but please do not leave me,
for the beasts to feast.

It's not my intention to hurt you.
How can I? You are my salvation.

Save me.
Save me.
Don't let me go.


#OC #draft
Precious heart, precious heart,
listen to my pleas, don't fall apart.

Do not shatter, do not grieve,
Do not rage, do not weep.

I'm holding on, by the skin of my teeth,
I wish for nothing,
just a moment of peace,
just one selfish breathe.

Precious heart, precious heart,
you are all I have, don't let me depart.

#scribble
We dreamt of peace and harmony,
Spring and bloom,
yet, now all we are;
a disposable pawn.

Lying In a barren battlefield,
a sea of tattered bodies,
staring at a red dawn.

#war
Perhaps if I resent you,
despise you, blame you,
for leaving me in this hell,
I may come to terms,
with this loss, this overwhelming grief.

But what worth is it,
resenting the dead.

#Scribble
Your kindness, burns me.

I'm a sinner, a liar,
an incarnate,
of what should be abhorred,
yet, you look at me, with that
kind, ocean, warm gaze.

It burns my skin.
My eyes.
It seizes my being.

#scribble
My hands are heavy,
glaring crimson in the moonlight.
They smell putrid,
rotten flesh tattered across the floor.

I have killed you,
with my own holy hands;
red lines across pale skin.

To keep you safe
from this tainted world.

Pure.
Unblemished.
Untainted.

My treasured child.

#scribble #OC
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