Boulders of Concealment

You'll never    
understand my sickness    
yet you fear my hunger    
the burning yearn to be    
in the arms of another,  
   
desperation is my    
third world stipulation    
indoctrinated through    
past failures of    
incognito isolation  
cerebral hibernation.  
   
placated dissection    
you think your teaching    
a valuable lesson,  
   
sorry wise princess    
everyone of you leaves    
me second guessing    
killing the chivalry    
so one hand grips    
around your throat,    
   
yet in your twisted utero cortex    
it's the half moments    
where I give enough    
to make you stay,  
   
and you question    
your own sanity    
it's the little things that    
shows he cares for me,  
   
why do you feel you need    
to be put in your place  
why do you love my angry    
face?  
   
where in this increment of    
my dying interval where and when  
can I just unleash all the passion    
I was entrenched with  
without the regret of harking    
that my kindness is a weakness    
knee less spineless    
humbled to shine with my    
misguided esoteric-ness?  
   
but you're really    
just hardening me    
another statistic    
chasing a extinct dream,  
   
now I'm a humiliated    
caricature of righteous defeat  
destitute subjugated    
assassinated  
before a hello,  
   
sole portfolio coronated    
crucible king my sovereignty  
deemed Alone transparent throne,    
   
coagulated sarcophagus
holistic liberation    
from amor's  
tantric hallucination.  
   
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