"Damned Production" Khatoon Hazara ||| 3:25pm fri. 3.29.19A Poem by FaeryQueentsed"Damned Production" Khatoon Hazara ||| 3:25pm fri. 3.29.19 The mirrors; they watch me close As if I'd lolliegaggle my way through this terrain, this- this 'life' these humans refer to dying How quaint; the murder and death, those roses that defy decay I, for one- never felt the thrill I'm... more matte than gloss; I dig in to my dinner I'm- more of a... hands-on kind of demon Morsels don't interest me: I need something that's more than what anyone could ever provide; something that blows the human mind into the dust that first originated them Dare I name a name more powerful than even you? The only heart that beats with more purpose in the relativity of my life; most would claim their hearts as true to the purpose of my life, did you know? They lie! But he...? Purest of hearts; oh, he never lies... I have been mistake before, but oh! He? [...] Oh, he never lies! ||| © 2019 FaeryQueen |
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