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Inverted Invictus

self hate      
has locked me out of my art      
I pick up the pen      
& it becomes a blade    
that I filet myself with      
one layer at a time      
       
I serve it up bloody & cold      
& it mocks me      
the words turn into demons      
they bite & scream from the page      
let me loose you bitch      
don't bind me here      
in this tidy little poem      
       
straight jacketed thoughts      
insanity howls      
it must be kept in      
beating on the walls of mind      
free me!      
       
let me roam & devour at will      
the darkness rises      
gorging on my vile bile      

as I spit on the page      
it burns my tongue      
the seal is broken      
I've picked the lock      
       
maggoty words      
come forth like vomit      
soon they will gorge      
& take flight      
a pestilence to all who read      
       
       
       
       
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Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 17th Sep 2017
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