You emerged from a wild fire.
I couldn't help but go near.
You smeared fire on your sire.
I trembled to reach you in fear.
You let go of South East Coast.
I figured it's my cue to run.
You rubbed fire on my chest the most.
I was pained yet let you have fun.
You drenched me with fire while in agony.
I silently screamed, just like a man.
You didn't want to live with me in harmony, so
I wore the burns you inflicted,
soaking the dry sun.You sailed the world to Dallas.
I witnessed as each is used as a punch bag.
You gave the vibe of a badass.
I've understood why; you are a douche bag.
In your soul is a wild fire.
In mine you see a wide ocean.
You aggressively drained all to survive.
I had to stop you, to save lives.
"Attention was your defense mechanism."
Said the host you fed on, as an organism.
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Hideout for the loner
PoetryAn abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart and oceans of muffled miseries; is the book your eyes just greeted. "Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...