A single moment
Of a leviathan's sneer
Wearing my brother's veneer.
.
A single statement
To shake my nature's stone
Down to my very bones.
.
A single question
To confirm the very worst
And kill my faith for sure.
.
A single thought
Of the lie in its apex to
Sink my heart into two.
.
A single eye blink
To break apart the trust
I'm rebuilding from dust.
.
A single second
To make my final choice before
I can't trust my brother anymore.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
