Today I realised I am a vulture
A snake, a cursed soul with the face of an innocent
A liar, a hater, a fake lover
I am nothing more than an ungrateful and fickle child
I pick and choose, cry out and refuse
Every battle, I never back down, I never lose
I am the first to argue, to defend, to stick my knife in
I will rip out your guts and watch you bleed, all in the name of greed
Greed to win, to be right, to succeed
But this only leaves me alone, always
Whether in company, on my own, home or work
I am merely a vessel for destruction
A disease on those I touch
A terrible human being you will soon learn is too much
I will ruin your life
Give you false hope
Change your path
And hand you the rope
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Ethereal Abyss
PoesíaPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
