I Am Desolation
Set me off.
I dare you.
I want you to feel my rage.
Taste my vindictiveness.
And swallow the bullets I've bled out from.
You made me like this..
Unsure, worthless, uncared for.
Look at yourself.
I hope your rotting heart flourishes throughout the physical beauty you obtain and charcoals it like it should be.
You write a cannonade.
Hurling daggers into everything lively in me.
Ripping and tearing my being into shrivel pieces.
Flinging my dead body across yours as a shield of your own self destruction.
Damn, you make me sick.
I'm eternally "thankful" to you.
For turning me into something I never imagined.
I am desolation.
Copyright © Ashley Alfonso | Year Posted 2016
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