You push me, I push back, of course. No reason to think any different.
And I believe.
You must love to suffer so why bother seeking solutions? Tell them what is right, tell them what is meant by ‘life’. Get on your back or on your knees, they’re both the same to me. Your empty sockets serve.
The thoughts of your genitals make me sick, but my stomach can’t move, hacking and gagging and spitting with the desire to rid myself of this dirty, necrotten thing (you). I’m not listening anymore and why would you want me to?
I have and would light the world on fire if only to wipe that smile from your face. So smile while you can because I am the person you will want to forget. The dirty writhing, sweaty mess. A passion I long to steal. I can see the blood running down your neck.
An apple a day kept the doctor away, but not me.
Entrench my veins. I’ve seen more than anyone should ever have to. (Your head on a pike.) I wonder if they remember me? I want to show you. Breaking glass and a fire alarm. When the search lights stop you’ll be able to see the sky.
If you thought love was going to save the world, you’re sorely mistaken. Interrogation replaces any trust, I want to be the one to make you leave. The life you knew before is gone. a mist of loathing unwrapped, like a crown of thorns. Crucified because you don’t love, a martyr for the masses.