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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Nasty Me, Hypocrite From the looks of things, I've gazed deep into my soul, And it only gives rise to pain. I am the shadow that consumes your light, A toxic lover, poisoning your sight. My touch, a flame that burns with deceit, Melting trust, and freezing hearts that beat. My life paves the way for pain; Sorrow evolves around my circle. It nurtures and breeds vindictiveness, Drinking oceans of bitterness, Eating the bread of hostility. I'm that jealous lover who stalks you, Bringing nothing but pain to your living life. My words, a venomous whisper in your ear, Sweet nothings that bring only fear. I'll pull you close, then push you away, Leaving scars that never fade. I am the embodiment of mass destruction, A reality of unpleasant catastrophe. I sow seeds of discouragement, Watered with rivers of agony, Nothing but sadness. I'll make you doubt your worth, your mind, A maze of self-doubt, forever left behind. My love, a suffocating, crushing weight, A prison where freedom's just an illusion's date. I am the terror behind your nightmares, The imagery you refused to envision. I wage war, raining down casualties and division. I'll feed on your insecurities, Nourishing my power, your weaknesses. My love's a game, where you're the prey, A hunt where I'm the predator, night and day. I am the scorching sun That pierced and smeared your soul with evil. I find pleasure in your misery And joy in suffering. I am a righteous sinner Who wears the coat of righteousness, Beneath, lies devil's concoction, Seasoned with ingredients of vices. I'm the creativity of negativity, Not positivity. In my comfort, I orchestrate iniquity. I befriended light to see darkness; To concoct wickedness, so easy to judge. Always preaching perfection But living with an infection. Still, you'll stay, trapped in my snare, A moth to flame, unable to bear. The pain, the hurt, the endless fight, A toxic dance, where love's just out of sight.
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