Gulped down leftover time as the Colossal Titans.
Drenched like a rain catcher in a Gothic fairy tale.
Muddled the fortress that I’ve rendered like choosing Mars over the Earth.
Eight letters pierced like axes of lies in a thumping heart.
Brown eyes banished my hungry spirit like a surplus.
Rejection with a mask of one-sided love tormented like an internal massacre.
Unhinged mind capsized digging holes of last afterthought.
Never be a guilt-ridden from your enchanted past, for “enough” didn’t suit me.
Peddling each other’s heartbeat probably the hindmost barrier.
Indeed a picturesque time lapse of my tragic demise.
Worms slurped through stench of my rotting body.
Get through your hand ‘til my last breath with a whisper,
“Sorry, I wasn’t good enough for you.”
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