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Inherited Mindset of the Leeched
Sharpen your teeth at the iron scent
heir to the great many sins
inherited by will, the cutting crescent
air thick with the stench of countless denizens
piercing pain is hammered through your skull
senses heighten at the sound of a beating heart
their pulsating, sensuous blood, a lustful hunger glowing dull
flow from them Euphrates, paradise à la carte.
Divided by the claws of the tigress they will come apart
a feast at every turn you take
all too easy, all too fake
forlorn, bygone, for innocent life you forsake
and you seek the wine of forbidden fruit
with no care towards, only to drink and follow suit
a killer cursed to stand in the lineage of killers to spill a drop to drink
a mere drop in the school of thought that murders the mind that dares to think.
Published 30th Sep 2018
Author's Note
the sense of responsibility, the observations of others who are free and flowing about you like blood through a system with their own purpose, and you trapped in your dutiful purpose. so draining. dead before you were alive because of this thing you were born to do. that is a sad rage to carry.
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