MY Flaw

Isolation, fire and self-destruction,

Rain from the charcoal-shaded clouds,

An amber sky collapses in on itself,

Flooded with crimson as if all the angels have been executed.

 

You marked out my imperfections as clearly as graves,

Bullet-studded lettering spells "Here lies a failure, betrayer."

Anger and hatred are your only ways of proving yourself human,

Just like my cut wrists are the only emotion I know.

 

So tell me, whose fault is it today???

What is MY flaw in all this mire of rotting thoughts???

Today, am I a person or a tourniquet of blame-taking???

And would you even care for long enough to notice these scars_?

 

 

The End

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