Exorcism
Exorcism Two faced, contagious waste, Streaming from your eyes Polluting my air. Every breath I despise. Slyness, trickery, Cunning, illicit, Persuading vacant bystanders, Into thinking it’s legitimate. Games and circles, Triumphs and falls. Cycles and jokes, Battles and wars. Hate is overrated. In only burns the host. Feigning indifference, Is what agitates most. My venom...
Malice
A capacity for malice and heart of gold. A juxtaposition so I’m told, but when she forces him to fold, you’ll know just what I mean. Holding many a conflicting face, it’s something pure but also base, a bitter draught in any case, that tastes of what I mean. It wasn’t always this way. A...
