The intensity of
Their hate
Their fate
Is blinding,
Undermining,
Colonising,
His existence
His subsistence
In this world.
Burning the hope
That kept
Shining;
Dining
Out
On his dreams
Deemed
Unsightly.
But nightly
Brightly
Lightly
They exist
Within his domain
His brain
But disdained
By those
Who slip, slide
Hide
Cover themselves
Their world
Their curled up
Messed up
Washed up
Lives
In a
Cloak of normality
Banality
Finality
Of nothingness
A scribbled mess
Left
To fester
In the
blackened drawer
the whore
of their whole.
Their soul....
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