do not reap me

abnormal mass
growth into a putrid corner
never escaping this stone maze
forever in purgatory
seeds not being lain
to grow
harm our instinct
rocks being thorwn
have no impact
in my sleep

yet he creeps withering
to scrape and dissect
this malignant tumour
and drink the fluid
im bursting
a mole hole
raped from inside
cursing me, lifes
debauchery has fooled
me into submission
my wings shine
full beam

moonlight is never wasted on sleep
this rusty room
needs cleaning
my blood stains leaking
what can blood stains be gaining
from this torture
stare into clear water
unforceful
his wicked step
outide, his shadow filling the windowpane

when he came home
smelling of absinthe
his pain recesses
and angst filling
his dark crevices
and i knew that
his was mine