Phobia Euphoria
Instead of
being the one
who hurts,
Becomes the one
getting hurt.
Embrace, this is me.
No. not yet.
Mysteries of tragedies?
sufferings that'll never end.
Apathy.
Every laugh, every single smile-
invokes remorse.
Melancholy.
But please, don't defile.
All I want is pure innocence,
blooming in luscious eloquence.
Beauty.
Trancing chanted maze.
caught by Gorgon gaze.
For a moment, I knew.
I was happy.
Telling me, those-
soft, slow killing cry?
"Believe me, I like you."
oh my, oh why?
Why turn to monster?
My screams makes you cringe,
How sadist are you, binge-
eater?
You drool for me-
my innards, my critter.
Said they taste nice, nah bitter
elusion's my goal, scrambled
despair-churned hope
and Terror.
Save me, I beg!
Pity my lowly life,
and unrequitted love.
for someone
I thought to be the key
to happiness, content.
but you too? shall resent?
Better be a monster,
murderer, harbinger of
loneliness, of pain.
Can't undo, I'm no longer sane.
devoured completely, cannibalistic-
Savagery.
Now decide, now realize!
of harsh fate, harsh paradise.
The more you love,
the more you sacrifice-
yourself, someone else.
We're all slaves,we're all victims
of false personalities,
faking all realities.
sickening everybody else
to very edge of insanity.
Kill me once, die I will.
Kill me twice, I shall live still.
And watch you die.
Instead of
being the one
getting hurt,
Becomes the one
who hurts.
Tremble, this is new me.
Now, it's my turn.
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