What is
Written
Anonymity
again,
Drifting
endlessly, it seems,
Once again
you tumble,
Shrinking
back into a shell,
Constructed
out of anger, pain.
How you've
suffered those now,
Familiar
enemies, stabbing friends,
We know
them, so we do,
As we know our
own distaste.
One day, you
know,
You won't
return from your sleep,
Never to
rise, as never again,
To fall
blindly,
Innocently
trusting those misdeeds,
As
weaknesses guard the truth,
From those
who might discover,
It's not all
that it seems.
Bend that
line,
Moreover to
breaking point,
Testing
boundaries, pushing hate,
Releasing
forgotten sorrow,
Directed at
any who might listen,
Squeezing
anguish out of those,
Malleable
enough to feel.
Tortured
childhood,
Seeking
solace in driving forward,
Denying genuine
thought,
With
sweeping assumptions,
Against
righteous signs,
Disbelieving
by choice.
Destiny
awaits you,
Sitting
quietly, like the hunter,
Calmly
observing the prey,
Licking its
lips,
Salivating
for the kill.
You can't
look away forever,
Face it you
will,
Sooner
rather than later,
Your fate
will be heard.
Condemned by
simple wrongs,
Turn and see
your truth,
Retribution
chases you.
Pressure is
rising within,
The sickness now lives.
What Is
Written, Will Be Done!
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