Imposter


They do not sob nor taint thyself,
They do not walk with a passion of revenge
They do not let the naked eye view thee
Yet in thee heart of crimson it blackens far more than the dim night.
I crumble and yearn losing my sanity
I feel nothing
I kill thy body for betraying me
Ripping me of my screams
I tear it from the inside
Until I’ve killed us both.
-soki

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