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What’s worse than killing someone? Leaving them suffering alive. Now, whether or not they suffer is up to them…

You found that someone,

Who you deem; is the last piece of you

O’ but that one…that other one just "

…

How long will your grip hold?

It’s a dark feeling; jealousy

Where green, grey and black swirls weave your heart

Like steel, poison ivy 

As your blood curdles and boils,

your red-laced eyes eyeball

That one who touched your precious

Your precious gem that you admire from afar.

Your precious one, who births a hazy warm chest.

Your precious half…the other fading half of you.

But you refrain from killing

And instead of making arrangements to prey,

You keep that one alive  but suffering from your fangs

Your inner beast lurks inside,

already devoured half of you and yourself.

Its true form will not feast unless you do

Your fangs…its fangs bite, drawing thick, oozy blood

Of the one you hold captive in your prison

All for that one precious one, you shed blood

Your bite…your torture…your beast

Is a reflection of the steel, poison ivy

Is a being born from your selfishness…your jealousy

But you continue to feast even when you know

Know that this beast will soon consume your flesh, Bone-clean

Because pleasure will come from ones’ suffering

You are blinded by the beast; your scarlet eyes see no more,

the beauty of your precious gem…

Blurry. Vivid. Pitch-black.

You have lost sight of your intentions,

And your precious gem’s light is no more

Now, you know: You. Are. Devoured.

You sit there on the bottom of the beast’s stomach

Living with the pure darkness of your own

Alone. With your crackling, dry heart -unable to love

After all, you were just blind.

Destined to lurk in darkness.

Emptiness. Your skin slowly peels off from the dry darkness

Slowly…painfully, in this prison, the veil is ripped

Revealing something undeniably powerful

You.

The bleeding wounds of which the skin is peeled

Thus, shunned the lies and unveils the truth

The truth of you embedded inside -within the beast

…

The light suppresses the dry darkness 

With your passion, memories, joy and love

You slice through the belly…striving for freedom once more!

Author’s Note: 

This is one of the small fragments to ready one of my upcoming masterpiece. I will write more poems like this (having the same motivational force). WORRY is next.