Crimson fills my vision,
Blocking everything from my sight
Not allowing me to open my eyes.
I grew weary with each rise of the moon,
Always testing my patience,
The limits to which you can push
So effectively wearing me thin.
My fists clench tightly,
Knuckles turning white from lack of circulation.
My lower lip trembles
Trying to keep the droplets of water at bay
And not cascading in rivulets along
My prominent cheekbones and dripping from my chin.
I remain biting on my tongue
In vague attempts to stop myself from
Screaming and shouting profanities
And damning you to hell,
Where you can flounce about,
Dancing, weaving through the flames
Licking at your skin and burning the flesh,
Incinerating the cells to burnt crisps.
Join demons in the Underworld,
Obeying commands like mindless minions
Following the leader in single file off
A cliff accompanied by sharp rocks
Protruding from the side, bitter and dangerous
Like the words I hold on my tongue,
Struggling to keep the iron gates closed.
You comply without question,
Never doubting the web of lies she spins,
Increasing enormously until the fragile
Tendrils stretch from one side to the other.
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