Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase

Extols

Would you kindly take the knife from my side?

Never imagined you'd be the one willing to compromise thy own life –

who am I to upheave credit where no credit is especially due?

Hearts' of your caliber are shriveled dejects to the blackest of goop;

Messy soul stamped in formic eyes,

hold.... I do not, meaningful criticize....

Have demons scratching just the same, under swelling skin,

times shown.... revulsion sets a new standard within –

Unlike thine creature rendering soul,

I'm more willing to cut the dismays out in fragmented extols.

"BfO6