Vile Creature
A Constant Yearning to Leave
The air is ripe
With hatred
The seas will swell
With requite
Save your tongue
For misguided ears
The rope frays
Your neck constricts
We “wretched” folk
We embattled
Watch on as
The blood lets your body
--
My body
Won't succum
To pressure
To conform
Malicious words
Built to maim
Strips the sad
Solders the hate
Never feel
Safe again
You have failed
At everything