Poem -

You no longer control - me.

Smirk not at me
( I'm beyond your tortures )
Do you see the swinging cage ?
The open door ?
As it rusts within your tears,

Your fears like fleas
Penetrating your skin
The ulcers formerly acquainting
Your blacken heart
As it rots away at your existence
Sucking at the sickness
Within you
Like teething spiders
- Oh how you bleed
So gracefully ( within
The dying of your anguish )

'Come not near
my heart of glass
For time shall shatter you
A million pieces - Beyond reconcile '

( Rigmarole ) yes t'was
To be expected ,
upon being rejected
slipping the chains
You bound so tight
Around my feathered neck

Only to vomit your name
And any left over love
Upon the ground
Mingled now
Within those seeds
You force fed ,

'Such a hungry mouth
Is yours , now
Devour your lies and filth
Beneath your Crawling skin
Take what you have given
back in '

Me oh my enamor
' is right here '
Beyond your grasping reach
' purely smiling inside '
Your tortures can't preach

You cannot touch
what isn't yours
Nor trap a bird in flight
Never to enter your cage
( Taken away your right )

Suffer those silent nights
On your perch so grim
Cry those aching tears
Of rust
( ravil within your madness
The illusion of being free )

You no longer control - me.

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