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Corruptible
Part 1: A Prospective
My fingernails will find their way
in between his hair follicles like
worms of corruption crawling
into his brain; he only thinks hes
immune to this but that's insane, no,
my ways were born in the
deepest of rejections...
What my eyes have seen will
find a way into his heart and
sink its teeth into his minds
conventions; boy, down a
mysterious well within this
tempting garden that only
looks serene will he fall...
He will get lost down there
and lose his equilibrium
confused and so hungered
he will eat the poisonous
roots and it will numb his
mind; he will forget his
name and be rendered blind...
So corrupted beyond repair
he will beg for more without
a care, he will be wracked
with passion in his wanton lack
in futility will be pour his heart
out in trying to fill this void of slack...
His pragmatism won't work
in sparing himself as a jerk
I'll only smirk as he sails away
on seas of detritic defamation
in desperation and finality
his attempts to tame my
nature will only stunt him...
His attempts will fall short
and his energy will not court
he will pour himself out trying
and it will fuel my growth even more;
in a word, I am toxic; virulent
so narcotic and numbing to
suck him dry...
Part 2: A Retrospective
Corruptible his heart
held on to in a fitful start
a fist-full of mercy was
not to be carried so he
let it go and it fell onto
this barren knell of hatred
masked by love; into his
sacrament it drove...
I had dug my fingernails in
his DNA into my skin
his innocence bloodied
by my slanted recollected sin
deeply felt within; a curse
pulsing with all it was terse
held within this only verse
I let him scrape up my smirch
he hardly got himself in reverse
in time, it was too late; he
fainted into a slackened state;
his soul was blackened fate;
it became mine as I carried him
limping along with the others
whom I had only
so scarcely
built up in time,
built up in time...
My fingernails will find their way
in between his hair follicles like
worms of corruption crawling
into his brain; he only thinks hes
immune to this but that's insane, no,
my ways were born in the
deepest of rejections...
What my eyes have seen will
find a way into his heart and
sink its teeth into his minds
conventions; boy, down a
mysterious well within this
tempting garden that only
looks serene will he fall...
He will get lost down there
and lose his equilibrium
confused and so hungered
he will eat the poisonous
roots and it will numb his
mind; he will forget his
name and be rendered blind...
So corrupted beyond repair
he will beg for more without
a care, he will be wracked
with passion in his wanton lack
in futility will be pour his heart
out in trying to fill this void of slack...
His pragmatism won't work
in sparing himself as a jerk
I'll only smirk as he sails away
on seas of detritic defamation
in desperation and finality
his attempts to tame my
nature will only stunt him...
His attempts will fall short
and his energy will not court
he will pour himself out trying
and it will fuel my growth even more;
in a word, I am toxic; virulent
so narcotic and numbing to
suck him dry...
Part 2: A Retrospective
Corruptible his heart
held on to in a fitful start
a fist-full of mercy was
not to be carried so he
let it go and it fell onto
this barren knell of hatred
masked by love; into his
sacrament it drove...
I had dug my fingernails in
his DNA into my skin
his innocence bloodied
by my slanted recollected sin
deeply felt within; a curse
pulsing with all it was terse
held within this only verse
I let him scrape up my smirch
he hardly got himself in reverse
in time, it was too late; he
fainted into a slackened state;
his soul was blackened fate;
it became mine as I carried him
limping along with the others
whom I had only
so scarcely
built up in time,
built up in time...
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