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White knuckles

What is benign satisfaction  
Skirting around hollowness, dawn to dusk  
In theory of loneliness. A fallacy;  
Perpetual days looped with lucid numbness  
Desiring empathy from premeditated smiles  
While being fucked 'till choked  
And calling it, love.  
Pulverized walls, shattered mosaic glass  
On the cathedral pedestal in godless lust  
The pathetic shrine of malign sacrifice  
Crucifixion of accusations looming  
with wrath, in delusional castle  
Ornamented with rosaries  
While chanting holy prayers regurgitating  
The deadly sins. The sins which you adorned  
On my flesh, unapologetically  
Making me your woman. Your cunt  
To whorishly worship your heartless carcass  
In dismantled house of desires.  
Crucify me to resurrect my soul  
For your morbid amusement  
Crushing my bones with weight of silence  
Measure to measure on scale of empty promises  
Enjoying the pain beneath ruins of Eden  
My broken fingernails on your spineless accord  
Drawing colorless blood with the vigor to streak  
Scraping wounds searching for a pulse  
Splattering through spline, dissipating  
In sullen introspection; are you a martyr or a liar  
Drowning is effortless, in saline.  
Chain me to your ankle of final thoughts  
I won't struggle to escape  
Ignoring your pleas, blurring the present  
With a swansong of a shooting star  
To race across the skies  
I won't be here to watch  
The crash  
The burn  
In your own demise.
Written by Vee (Rina)
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