The Odds Stacked Against You

A blue web of veins hacked apart by a blade,

Silver sawing, drawing as much blood,

As it takes to make you notice,

Everything that you have done to make me hurt.


Pointed nails painted copper-orange-brown,

Scraping obsessively over all the hardening scars,

Tear them down like I Will Tear You Apart,

I will hurt you by destroying myself.


I am alive in this maze of zombie-clones,

They will not infect me, I won't wound them.

You are the one that they want, their prey,

Today I will not be in the shadow of your doubt,

Today the odds are stacked against You.




The End

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