Poems

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A set of rules.

Unthinkable rules.

Undeniably absurd rules.

Disgustingly dangerous rules.

Bone-chilling dog-killing rules.

Almost sadistic rules.

Rules that are murderous.

Seductive, little rules.

The rules of one self.

These rules, are entitled to you.

And you only.

You.

Yes you.

A perfectly normal person.

Have succumbed to these set of particular rules.

Your bent on these rules.

As if they were your guidelines to your soul.

As if they were the laws of physics.

Like they were unbreakable; physically unbreakable.

Untold of, yet you still obeyed them.

And you lived your life.

And you'd been dandled with.

Touched all over by these rules.

And you knew it.

But you didn't take care.

Because you couldn't care.

And because they'd told you.

You couldn't violate these, and you cant think of it.

But you realized.

At your last moments.

Last waking hours, last living minutes, last seconds of breath; you'd violated them all.

By Nate Sharks.