Stripped.

A poem. It has some serious topics like abuse. So if you think I need to change the audience to mature then do say. There are several ways to read it.

Stripped.

Dragged into the dark, it welcomes me, again. The air is tense and overwrought though seldom do I feel so melanchony to be back here, once more.
Im here, your here, but none of it is real. I talk, you talk, but we both say nothing.

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Music to your ears, cacophonous to mine. My pain your pleasure, we clash like a duel between two warriors, two swords. Words are spat like blood from fresh slaughter. Blood trickles to touch our hearts.

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Your shadow touched my shadow, but still I felt some strain. Your face your grin burned through my skin and to my soul, left holes; I avert my gaze to the floor. Snake bite, beastly, ready to steal. Carnivorous, craving, I am your everything.

The shame, the guilt that wraps you at this time. I stripped down bare, bleeding you, bore open my wounds, inhumanly wailed and tore my vocal chords. You see what you have done clear as water. The soul you tore apart.

So you hush, you hush, like a mother to a baby. Though that kind of relationship was severed, decapitated, you must feel so irate. You did it unwillingly. And yet you still repeat.

Numb and breathless, hating you I lie like a foetus. Defenseless, defunct, naked, so easy to claim my body for your own, you sit and stare. My eyes, they rain. And you, you drink it.

The dark still lingers filled with doubts and maybes. Your methods and torture make me ask myself what are you trying to create? Your mental killing spree. It will never make ends meet.

You mention you and me, but there will never be us. Eclipsing that statement forever, such slander and burdens should never be shared. Ill put them on a train. To some bottomless pit.

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[Danny K]

Wow. I'm feeling a sense of things being rhetorical. What is, but isn't.