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will you ever speak to me
no
Impetuous boy
your lies crumble before you
now tell me
you will forever be there for me
will you ever and always love me
but of course I know all to well
you where only there to hurt me
hunt me in my dreams
beat me to I am nothing but
a mangle corpse
on the ground
Oh how I yurn for you
your touch
your lips
every sensation against
this flesh
for you
but of course
you are not
the one
my other half
The Pandora's box
lost and mysterious in time
but no
yet you are not
you are that little slime
that snake
that worm on the corner of my eye
as you swarm for your life
that ax
in my back
or that dagger shrived in
my chest
which ever you see your self as
what ever you hide your self from
I see you
for who you really are
I know
what is behind that mask
and oh
never crossed your mind
that I was this sharp
then that ballspoint pen of your
but oh
try and strip me of my rights
but I will always object and
fight you other wise
subdude to me
make me your God
and beg for your forgiveness
because of course . . .
mercy is for all those that are truly weak