22/09/2016
I have grown numb to
The tactics of parasites.
I am able to spot all the red flags;
To decode all the signs.
I am very much aware when
Someone makes attacks on my life.
Your words no longer hurt me;
They no longer tear me down.
If only you knew how quickly
Karma makes its way around.
I am the worst kind
Of girl to argue with,
As I will not argue you at all.
Confrontation is suicide;
And for you I refuse to take that fall.
And as the venom in your blood
Courses through your veins;
You crack the brightest smile as
You turn to look at me.
You reach out your trembling hands
And ask me for my heart.
Your eyes glow red with hunger;
You're slowly falling apart.
I tell you you're a vampire;
A demon sent from hell.
But the irony of it is:
In trying to drain my vitality,
You're only killing yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Charcoal Skies
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