It's Hard To Forgive

A medium sized poem, if this isn't the meat and potatoes, it's bread, butter, and milk. Still somewhat filling.

Ravenous patterns satellite Saturn

It’s hard to forgive, these invalid feelings conceal the ceil as I sit on my bed

I wish I could forgive you, but I just don’t have it in my heart to feel that way

Not after everything you’ve said, and everything you’ve done

You deserve to be shunned

My ancestors are smiling on me, can yours say the same?

I wish I could forgive, but that’s just not possible, I blame you, devil’s apostle

I cannot rearrange the pain

Out walk life, taste my spite, palpable, remain doubtful, bitter lithium mouthfuls

 

A maternal urinal of the universal

Silverplate pawn, checkmate hatred, move on

Kingdom come, the hell is on, the world is gone, the day is done, you better run

It’s never over, death’s omen, showman, another cold one, foursome, knights ride on, the king is dead, dethroned animal, we have been bred

By the blood-red rose of a cannibal

Stone woman by my side, queen of the night, undone rights, hell’s stairway, carry its carcass, marked like a martyr, live in a bubble, not so subtle

Unlovable, puddle of brothers homicide, broil the unloyal, curdle the cradle, sable unable, bar code label, black market stable, incapable, disgraced, forsaken, marble fallen honest calling crawling crow inside the woe, blurry the world flurry of impervious earth is just nervous, in the sub verse immersed in darkness, one spark to disembark and set flames to the remains of everything, all over again

Crimson forgiveness, livid in my innards

No memories allegedly, abandon me, eternally

Don’t look at me, you can’t see

You centipede effigy of misogyny and empty dreams

Tragedy, dark mattered dreams, this chastity enhances slanted satanic seeds romantic bleed lycanthropy

You cannot be

I will not dream

The thing, it comes from

The lungs, the tongue, my gums, the blood that runs

Inside of me

Author's Note

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