He found me in my rabid state
Teeth clenched and lips torn
Hair knotted and dripping wet
From the teary skies above
He kneels down and caresses my face
I know that face love, betrayal
I kept my stare at him
He smiles
Shut up
Shut the fuck up!
A dagger peers by my side
Reflecting light I knew none of its presence
It replaces the hand on my face
Its cold and burning compared to
calloused and stabbing
It's a comforting feeling
𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶
𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶
𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔪 𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰
𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶
𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥
𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢
Poor Adam feels the most piercing end of it all
A call to death
Why should I have to go when I haven't done my worst
it's unfair
I follow no law
law please follow me
Never should I have to go. Hatred has bred me. Anti-death has consumed me. I shouldn't have to go.
YOU ARE READING
𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄
Poetry𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 fyi; this whole book is just trauma dumping, sometimes it's very specific or it's just ambiguous. lovely themes of: gore and murder, hatred Also a lot of introspection
