Feathers
Must I faciliate
Your consumation of hatred
A lonesome pretender
Your rampage of the mediocre
Serves only to debase
Our friendship
Why aren't you tired?
Baste our wounds
With your fradulent sensitivity
(Ticket to demoralization)
Incorporate this wilting
Admiration
Into your grim importunate words
Leave me jaded
The roar of you
Stops my respiration
My words and actions
Stands at a dissonance
With the truth
I'm sorry for having no
Regrets
Your inderturminate histonics
Leave me in this moribund state
And your rabid ethics
Only lends itself
To ricicheted malignity
Which divests me
Of my fragile dementia
You act so frigid
To my febrile wants
My miniscule request
Can't compare
To your dillusions
Of ill-fated grandure
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