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Merc(ILL)ess


 

My mind is a meta

Four.

Ripping Tearing Swearing Screaming,

I’m teaming with war.


I feel the build,

It’s inside of me,

but only when I Hyde

My emotions are no stranger,

to this danger that resides in me.

But it does not hide from me.

I see it snide,

I mean sneer, but I feel know

Fear is the element.

My trigger,

She surprises me.


But she also brings the rise in me,

It’s the other side of me,

The one that reminds,

Me of all the vied of she.

I call it drive.


It’s the piece of me with knack,

Aback my mind she reminds,

I’m the needle hidden in that haystack,

I’m what broke the camels back.

It rears and she appears,

When I’m under attack

She makes me whole.

But in the end,

I cant control


Shill eat your soul.

 
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Comments (3)

Young Logic
<p>Fantastically written!!! Well done.</p>
_M3RCY
<p>Thank you so much! :)</p>
goddessofwaterpolo
<p>Wow, just. I don&#39;t know what to say about this poem besides I hope that you are the winner and that you have an absolutely masterful grip on the nuances of the English language. This poem is deserving of being published. I wish you the best!</p>

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