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Hollow

Sucking pain and empty air roar past

This gaping rift in the gap where once lay that

Thing you reached in and

Tore out and squeezed before my eyes

As the red, dark, congealing pain seeped and

Trickled its giggling, screaming way over

The tiny webs of your fingers and down

Through the tendons and sinews of your hand

That crushed the living joy out of me.

Hate

Crawling through infinite agonies of

Past memories that sing their irreverent

Pathetic dreams of

Purest hopes that now lie squandered and

Brazenly spread for you to fuck brutally and

Passionately for the love of smearing my

Pitiful fantasy’s entrails on the

Pathway that you sauntered your

Paper promises up.

Hurt

Aching deep in the depths of my

Being that’s now just a shell not

Belonging to one loving

But is housing a smear of the

Excrement you spoke and

Branded my dead fears

Both living and truthful and

Blatantly nasty in their sucking vampirical

Betrothal to lies that destroy me to nothing.

How the fuck does Hope dare to lift her head here?

If I could I would tear off her wings and eat her dripping and raw.

And still the crow flies through the realm of my yearning

And I’d shoot the bitch down if I could.

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