guinea pig
I feel the worms,
of the bed bugs,
of squirming
not hesitating
bursting
to get to my skin.
My death,
is his burial
and walk to
oblivion....
I can't blame
as I never found
my own heaven.
My own
conflations here
I face my guilt.
while your felt,
is my oppression
to your demons
that you can't face
So here is your haste.......
Your perversions
to someone a-sexual
and was playing
you to death.
I will face my maker
and never a faker,
You're a Satanist
and never believed,
I'm not your guinea pig
and never was here,
I won't judge your heresy,
God will face your demons...
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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