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You’ve created your pit, your hell your desire, right?


The fire demon eyes, your anger when you look—


At me, you see victim, weaker


I dig deeper my trench to protect


You are anger without remorse


I am to you the source, instigations, tribulations wrongs all within yourself.


Not me little me


I did it all


I take it all


And bare it all.


Burdens—your evil infections that turn into projections of how you see


Me little me


Flames and curves of night baseballs in your eyes


Me without “diamonds”


But bat to smack victim


Just me little me


Courageous is he


Body strength without soul you are


Face without smile


You are empty


I fear games of your one sided sport


- How am I to run without ground


- How am I to cry with ducts emptied into bruises


- How am I to guard without security


How will I live?


I sink into quicksands of sorrow and fear


My yearns turn into condensations on glasses, time passes,


Washed away with your sipping and consumtion of me.


I’ve reached the edge


Your holy hell grounds


Kicking and screaming all to be buried in your pit.


How can you live?


I give up my fight all for a glimpse or sight of peace


Release me


Let me breathe once


To taste without hateful fogs


Blinding my eyes and smothering my lungs


LET ME LIVE

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