Upon Sharp Rocks

Hate me, please. It taste so sweet
The way I peel and the way I shriek
Send me rage, give me your monsters

That ponder yonder
So love shall falter
Faces of despair are my pointers
I smell for toxins, I can taste you

Stitches weave through mountains
I fill your chest with rocks
Your inadequacies I take stock

You're short this month
Rectify this..
Your pain is your sanity
Take my hand..
I shall like to lead you
Tremble with..
Loneliness is our unity

Whiskers, convulsions
Your warmth repulses
Shiver, fear
Home to indulgence

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