Bully
I can’t swim in the murky waters
Of the dead things inside my skull.
If I reached for you, you’d
Not take my outstretched and
Shaking hand.
You sleep with her,
I sleep with a cadaver who
Was once you. It lies dead and
Limp and cold beside me above
The sheets that crawl with maggots.
You glow like the sky during
A yellowing sunset; I fade like
The deepest depths of the hell
Hole which consumes me and
Never has the courtesy to spit
Me out of its foul and cavernous
Mouth.
You love, I hate; I hate this bag of
Bone and flesh of mine.
My eyes sink into the back of
My head where I glimpse all
The petrified memories like
Photographs I want to set aflame.
Flies are feasting upon the
wretched stench of my soul;
I am a ghoul drenched in past
Blood stains and jagged scars.
I am too good for you;
You are too good for me.
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