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metal chains weighing me down
knees falling to the ground
slap, thump and slash
red mark, bruise and wound
my cheek, rib and arm
stop!
masochistic is not me
this violence is not right
I bet the dose is so high
spoon fed drug borne still
destructive hands
tearing my walls down
strings and chains
choking to death still
veins and blood vessels
rush of adrenaline and poison
where has the affection not
run in my body by now?
baby I'm just a marionette
tied to your bony fingers
until I succeed breaking free
wrists and lips won't stop to bleed
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
