Masochistic Exposition

I am swallowed in your stare

taken by the mastery of words.

Your immortality sinks in.

I forbid you to come near


What are you made of?

What did you make of me?

I’m bound in chains smothering my neck..

Oh I can’t breathe..

Nor can I speak..


I listened to your sensitive contention

followed indecipherable direction

I am lost at nowhere

Your passing ends in dark expedition.


What are you made of?

What did you make of me?

A hasty life without the beating

You pushed me back from where I started.

Left with nothing but glint of history


You must know now that sparing life is not worth giving life.

Take me, devour me, until the last memory holds you..


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  1. I loved this, it really pulled me in 🙂


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