Dedicated to the one who can’t be named.
I blithely sworn to be the antithesis of your revered obsession;
To be the one you can’t love but can never mock nor scorn.
When you traversed the frontier to know my inner demons
You were vilified and incarcerated in this bleak labyrinth.
Forever confined and shackled with our karmic relationship.
Was the one you revered eminently that resplendent?
Was it worth it exploit my benevolence to uplift her craze?
Did it ever occur to you that what you see in her wasn’t authentic?
No you didn’t discern it and so drip, drip, drip;
As your blood burst from your jugular veins.
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