My Despair Is Locked, and I Have No Key
Arms mutilated, Maggots devour my flesh
Legs amputated by my own volition
I am writhing in Indignation, resentment has grown
Here I am, undergoing vivisection
Screaming for my imperfection
I have lost all sense of hope
I am to die here, My blood, I am regurgitating
The Queen has used floral words
King has vomited maggots drenched in pus
Purified Intentions corrupted by toxic slurs
Copyright © Nathaniel Uy | Year Posted 2017
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