Frail
Tonight I die again
But now no more pretend
But I am folly
She's a witch
I am tortured by spirits mimicking everything I thought
So what's the point
Scars of hell surround edges of a dice-like room
Scared to death but I swallow my pride
Every filth of the life I thought once was
Regret I am it is the handiwork of her
The sinister I pondered who might be good I grinned
Envy of a slaughtered cow selfishly pursues
Tic tac tic tac where are my shoes?
Limp as a crazy dog shot in the ass
Truth is I fell from the sky
Bare feet first intact on clean tile a memory
I became
I was him
Now a loner
When will I win
When?
Sin
The mock is here and there
Hurry up run as fast as you can
I am lost I'm afraid
But I need to prove I came from the grave
Do you get it?
Please my maker end this torment
They don't
Any of us understand my pain
So now I ask god grant I respite
So what if I might
Vanquish the thought they utter so blindly
Try me
Why me
Sigh
Defeat of heaven
Nye
Copyright © Emem Masorong | Year Posted 2016
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