Warranted Infliction
Take your breaths,
deep,
slow,
paced,
rough.
Wait for the end,
wait for me to kill you.
See the final line.
Cross the threshold.
Feel you blood pour,
feel your life slip away.
Your lies,
your promises,
you're credulous.
There is no beneficiary.
Apathetic is how I make you feel?
Well what do you feel,
what do u feel now that you're dead?
Self-evident suicide.
Name you're game with my devil.
Self-actualized empathy,
my most powerful downfall.
The truth sets none free,
only rots your body,
rots it slower than time.
Your body,
but one corpse among the heap.
The blundering fools,
how they all wished,
all wished for something different.
Fools,
imbeciles
ignoramuses,
the common place idiot,
all that's left in this world now.
The dream casts but a shadow
upon the eternal crescent moon.
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