Mask of Hatred

Your perfection shines like poisoned starlight,

Shards of glass and ice piercing my soul and

Form diseased webs on the strings of my heart because

Hatred is the best defence.

 

Parasitic lust, I isolate myself in this cell of unfeeling;

Threads of stray emotions worming into my soul to

Spread their virus through my sanctuary built of

Pleasureless comas.

 

 

The End

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