I Am Nothing
Date: April 25,2013
Who am I, but bits of flesh and flame
No more real than your warped fantasies
Inside, I’m steeled by the stones of bigotry
Outside, I’m the audience for your disease
And…who am I, but a grand and willing illusion
A mouth to sip the wine of your infidelity
A phantasm made of holes
No more than an orifice to indulge your betrayal
Who am I…but a witness to the throb
A landfill for your depravity
I am weathered and worn by indifference
A blank canvas for the dregs of your mind games
I am the catalyst of your poison
A coffer filled with unclean musings and dirty little secrets
I am a salve to soothe the scabs of your abscess
A clever veneer to hide the cancer that eats you alive
Who am I…but a trinket, a troll
I am the scorn of your daylight prejudice
The pretense of your corruption
I am the smoke that conceals your sin
I am the one…the one you hide behind
I wear scars, beneath the chill of timeworn flesh
I am the soul you assault, the spirit you rape
My veins seared over and over by your extremes
And I am absolutely nothing…nothing to you, whatsoever…
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Copyright © 2013 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
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