twenty eight

Give me a chance to explain

I am no cynic that kills time with death

Please don’t look at me like you can gain

From my only source of life

Sustain

Don’t look at me like you want something

I am no god to you

The mirror image of your face

Doesn’t show the person who you were

I look now and see the decomposed emotion of

Hate

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Nice. This is excellent work.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Woah... love this. Especially the last six lines.