oh, but i'll be the end of you
and you can feel it too
the cold response, the distant look
i've let go of you
i've cut myself from the root
and you named me heir to this reign of doom
but i shouldered a much heavier heirloom
i am who i am not thanks to you
but because of you
there's no fire without fume
and no fury which can't consume
your whole being of sham valuor
you named me yours
and i will be
your pronounced doom
-erinia
YOU ARE READING
my own little gateway
Poetryfor every moment you felt like a bird in a cage searching in despair for an escape
