I cannot find the sweet
where it once swelled up to my
brain
as now it is contaminated &
brings no relief
Where is my sword of destruction?

The rotten taste in my throat
was once my
enveloping power
that binds me like the
rings on my twisted fingers
but it still shimmers
on my smoked words

The residue stained my thoughts
while the glass cut my already
bleeding lips
& serenity is blackened
so my laughter is stifled

Make it stop.

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