Flavored Less
Flavorless!!
Anguish reigns yet needs no crown.
Hate spreads without bread or knife, unrelenting.
Shadows became the sun a false shine.
A many mind rewinds and that hated
shame's resurrected.
Am I my own stranger?
I ask...no, demand "why" yet the Titan stirs own the verge of waking. I fear that beast of me.
I wish not to become the monster beneath my own bed, the creature that hides amongst the clothes that motionlessly hangs in the cold, dark closet.
Chaos kiss unwanted and Destiny swung for the fences.
HOME RUN!!!
Splintered the bat
Broke the stick
No need to run the bases
So I sat at home plate and stare out into the field.
No team opposed I played, struggled, fought, and lost
Only against myself.
Fury flirts with the edge of self
Many tease their flawed belief of my humanity.
Think that I be weak
When truth....
I am not the lion but the Cage.
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