I wish you could
read it all,
in my death-stare
into your soul,
than, force me to sully,
my tongue and my spirit,
into uttering the undeniable.
You pushed me to my limits.
Now, I besmirched the wall
with my own blood,
I am naked in my clothes,
my soul leaving in penitence,
regretted existence!
While, you walked away
with nary a drop of sweat.
I wish they could
read it all,
in our death-stare
into their souls.








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