-the Fear of Me-
sated in intrigue i rest in silence,
the hush of torment is as quiet as…
-me-
i navigate through the threshold to the only portal i belong in;
the one dimension where i can weep without distraction,
without eyes gazing with tangible predictability-
for pain is palpable
i can feel its fire blazing through my ashen bones
~ my manic eyes patronize ~
one crimson vein that never heeds-
it bleeds remorse and comforts my needs;
sowing seeds with spontaneous solitude,
involuntary hands clench and release,
they note a brooding revelation,
wearing tidings of a demure sensation-
(abandoned by my strange fixation)
obsessed by who i always wanted to be,
becoming who i hate-
fearing fate-
fearing
ME
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1.24.20
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2020
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