Maybe I was wrong,
maybe a bit uncertain
Sonic calls aloud,
the inner self left hurtin
We could try again,
see if our love is workin
All is said and done,
I cannot bear this burden
Tag: creative writing
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Sonic
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Petulant
Pestilence upon us—dreary doom
(more…)
I come for you, I’ll see you soon
Whimpers, crying—petulant gloom
Read the room, then poke the wound
I sate myself on misfortune
I’m glad it’s yours, we’re carnivores
Devour each other, consume your brother—
how delightful are these hor devours
For one must fall, so I stand tall
Equal footing—No, the gall!
To make you small, is what I foresaw,
and rule forever, above you all

