They spit in my face, they call me a disgrace
To society, to my home, to the whole damn world
You know what? What you want, I don't care
I don't care that your words are posion,
Tearing me, burning my skin until there's nothing but bone
And even then, the words still hit home
I clench my teeth, awed at your black heart
Burnt to ashes, your soul darkening mine
Until my sublimnal head turns to malice
I've drunk in your posion, they both do the same
Torture in the process but a cure in the end
But you had to stop me, you had to continue on
I've read your label, what else do you want?
I feel like caving in on my dreams, turning them to stone
But your not my prince Charming, my Medusa
Bitter, cold, sweet, sour
The words of the hell that come off your tongue
Cursing who I am to posion
My blood will forever be cachaemic
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The Road To Forgiveness
PoesíaMy fourth poetry collection. Sometimes... you just can't let go.