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Nasty me

Nasty ME hypocrite 

From the looks of things 
For I have looked deep down my soul 
And it only give rise to pain 
You see 

I am the shadow that consumes your light,
A toxic lover, poisoning your sight.
My touch, a flame that burns with deceit,
Melting trust, and freezing hearts that beat.


My life only paves a way for pain 

Sorrow evolves around my circle 
Its nurture and breed vindictiveness
It drinks oceans of bitterness promises 
eating  the bread of hostility 

I'm that jealous lover that stocks you and brings nothing but pain 
To your living life 

My words, a venomous whisper in your ear,
Sweet nothings that bring only fear.
I'll pull you close, then push you away,
Leaving scars that never fade.



I am the embodiment of mass destruction
On reality of unpleasant catastrophe
I sow seeds of discouragement
watered it with rivers of agony of 
Nothing but sadness 

I'll make you doubt your worth, your mind,
A maze of self-doubt, forever left behind.
My love, a suffocating, crushing weight,
A prison where freedom's just an illusion's date


I am  the terror behind your nightmares
The Imageries you refused to envision
That wages war of warfares
And rain down causalities and division

I'll feed on your insecurities,
Nourishing my power, your weaknesses.
My love's a game, where you're the prey,
A hunt where I'm the predator, night and day.


I am the scorching sun
That pierced and smeared your soul with evil
I find pleasure in your misery
And joy in suffering

I am a righteous sinner who 
wear the coat of righteousness
Beneath, lies devil's concoction
Seasoned with ingredients of vices

I'm the creativity of negativity ?? not positivity 
In my comfort, I orchestrate iniquity
I befriended light to see darkness;
to concoct wickedness so easy to judge 
Always preaching perfection but living with an infection 

But still, you'll stay, trapped in my snare,
A moth to flame, unable to bear.
The pain, the hurt, the endless fight,
A toxic dance, where love's just out of sight.


@kc 
H2O  
Owen thepoet 2019

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