thrill me

Your patience always manages to elude me-

willing to invest yourself entirely to this cause.

Your keen awareness of my weakness gains you

sound footing among the muck.

You speak to me, quietly-


but not continuously.

The brief escape– into the in-betweens

the wavering of my soul- that

is where you find me.

Alternate rhythms.

Your strategy is to lurk-

you fallen angel.

Suspicion and theories-

you exercise.

Practicing perfection.

This is not of flesh and blood-

but despotism- darkness- wickedness.

You will burn for this-

although, you already are.

“You have dwelt long enough on this mountain”

You no longer thrill me-

you liar.

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