Alien
Below my skin I could feel the emotion uprising
Pulsing in my veins, exploiting
Desperate to find a way to reach the surface;
Taking control of its creator
Bubbling poison in the path to purity
A deathly gas a bit overwhelming, towering over my heart
Weaving itself bit by bit between wisdom
To exalt the one action desired, trembling
An informed overcast of oppression and tainted hearts, colored in caution
Hails downward scorning a compelled girl, equipped in silver
Bursting at the sight of one overtaken
By something lethal over love itself
But what if, a case was mistaken?
Overlooked bold signals of want, crave, ignorance
Artlessly knowing the blessing of common sense
Newly not so common
Justifying a brewing on an imperative command
So seemingly to enclose her in
What if, the answer was buried decades beneath the faraway?
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