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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...
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