Silence Is A Suffering Of Semblance

Castrate the guilty for pleasure,

fertility of the empty glass,

an ending without a beginning,

succulent visitations given to the fowls,

replace and reverse,

take the beginning back to the end,

somehow there comes the inevitable,

the darkness,

the indignity,

trying to steal what is left away from who I was,

from who I could be,

seething without,

boiling,

bubbling,

overflowing,

hold on to whatever you see fit to hold,

for the winds of the never takes hold,

and no one is free from its snarl!

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