Mediocrity is all you have for closure.
Your patience means nothing to extravagance, your kind heart means nothing to cruelty,
and your generosity means nothing to greed.
You're meant to have little hope in these situations. Your poor fragile heart can't bare the hurt, but it's alright my love.
When I find you, I'll be the most merciful of them all. Your death will be so painful yet so numbing. The relief you'll feel after I've turned your body into something so much more meaningful.
Your new purpose to be art, so divine and gorgeous. So graceful and crimson. You'll never want anything more from your life.
You'll know fulfillment once I have you. Your life will be complete, your beauty only for my eyes and the angel's.
I'll make you beautiful.
You'll no longer be some mediocre pawn.
I promise.
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Sickening Poetry
PoetryJust a poem book, mostly small, short poems. Maybe a big poem here and there but This is just for fun. Nothing serious.
