That knife in my spine, dragging further and further
down
Digging into my soul
Carving out the glorious good in me.
That little black seed,
Buried deep inside of me.
It worms.
And squirms.
And makes me feel ill.
It grows,
Watered by the pain you cause.
Blossoming into a demon.
Of destruction and horror.
That knife is digging deeper
down
Bleeding out all of my faith
my hope
my pity
Staining your hands a bloodied black
I hope my hate eats you away like acid














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