&
has the wickedness passed sight?
concentric swirls batter unstoppable horror ride,
does one jump to escape,
or
hold pressed hand upon chest & wait?
such laughter stings by lips of fate;
plunge knife already if you portray true reap,
bury steel beneath skin deep,
scatter mine pieces afar
& leave nothing tidy nor neat -
ringing ears wish not another word for one's blistering tone to speak.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...