Demintia Paradox As a Self Harming Killer

Write, slowly, the repugnant words  in my skin with mauve, blistered lips.

Rive my flesh with your  malicious demeanor and

immerse yourself  in my anguish.  



The cutting edge of the blade slews heedlessly across my stained cerise skin.

I hold my breath with each carved word, as I listen to the faint thrum of my heartbeat, quicken.

I open my mouth to take in a deep breath of impure, desecrated air and I choke on the begrimed oxygen that fills my, already suffocating, lungs.    



And I detest you for giving me this pessimistic outlook on my" so called" life.

  (No), I loathe you for deafening my ears to mirthful words, and blinding (and numbing) me, from passion, desire and untainted love.    

Now ,I only hear spiteful, satire insults,

and I only see botheration when I look into another's  eyes.



  And everything is complex and I always fell disdain.  

  

You have made it so, that the only simple aspect of my life, is the mutilation  of my body.  



And maybe the demolishing of my skin used to make everything ameliorate.  

   (Not anymore)

Long sleeves to cover my secrets, and pants to conceal my scars.  

But today, I will not sew my gashes, or dress my  gaping wounds, I will wear them as proof.  

To show everyone how you have destroyed me. How you deprived me of my innocense, and robbed me of benevolence.    



I will tell everyone your are the murderer and I am the victim.  


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