Brutal Brute
You're a brutal brute who barks at the sheep clothed in your bite marks.
The phrases you tattooed within me are maggots crawling into my brain.
While they lay eggs made of tainted Ivory Seraph hair - it chokes my thoughts.
My lungs blare into echoing rooms, yet you bind my gray lips to your rope.
Where the Crepuscule lies, your greed hungers for my scapegoat meat.
In your aching stomach, you ponder the meaning of satisfaction.
Drooling over my every paralyzing movement, you gnaw the last of my vitality.
My ardor chains itself inside the obscurity of your heart - waiting for a key.
Now I'm a shell who can only act when you get ill of me and vomit up my pieces.
Currently, I'm the decor that brightens the emptiness of your sickened spirit.
If I do leave your abyss, you leash me as if I were actually the real monster.
Still, the three words that heal me keep me trapped, saying - "I love you."
Everything blurs in the cage you built out of your own apathy.
So, am I the one who's the animal - or is it supposed to be you?
I attempt to descend from this, however, my breath sinks into my wounds.
Is there ever going to be a way to fly out of this barricaded eclipse?
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Written On: July 29th, 2017
Contest: Let's talk about it
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Won: 1st Place
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