I see you.
There you go again,
with your beguiling smile of charm.
Your slithering is deafening.
Yet you glorify in the silence kept by me..
I feel you.
Your presence is cloying, constricting
The filth of you stinks of decay.
Your invisible touch will coat me for life.
Yet you glorify in the silence kept by me..
I loathe you.
The image of you projects a thousand insects crawling on my skin.
My sickness burns like fire in the pit of me.
Yet you glorify in the silence kept by me..
I curse you.
By all that I hold good I reflect it in evil to you.
Accept it, it is yours,
Accept it.
