Independent Battles

Always I ponder,
Bound by my own
Fumbling i will
Gaze up with
Hatred and desire
Infinity and exuberance,
Just to look while
Killing my own desire
Luring them into the fire
Men will scream into the
Nothingness of infinity.
Open glares and
Peculiar stares.
Quick flashing eyes
Reddened slits and
Screaming cries
Torturing tantrums
Use all your might
Very eagerly consuming you
With everything you have
Xanthicomics, beauty in disguise
Yielding with their yellow hair
Zoetic, but dying inside

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