Dark dreams;
man’s heart
poisoned. Spit
a work of art.
No defence;
retaliation
Countermanded
at demonstration.
Crying eyes;
repeated lies.
No surprise;
we demonise.
Speak of truth
or speak of pain;
misspent youth
never the same.
Rotten through,
your core is vile;
cannot swallow
the taste of bile.
Crying eyes;
repeated lies.
No surprise;
we demonise.
Not yet forgotten,
but left behind;
the jail we rot in
is in our mind.
Now disappear,
into the night
and take with you
your tainted light.
I cannot see,
nor do I want
to have you near me
your presence haunts.
Your crying eyes;
repeating lies,
with no surprise.
It’s over.
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