Im nor impressed or depressed
though emptiness fills the void of torturous screams in my head
trying to arise and escape
but i stay silent as they float to my thoughts
whispering, secrets that i dare not tell
for they will strike me down,
like a hunt,
and wring me until i faint
theyve said im lead
dark and poison filled
one taste, one touch,
and the love is killed.
i am broken and bewildered by my boisterous bound of belittlement
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