your sweet disposition
behind which your nothingness hides
hollow and cruel
never felt happiness, never felt sorrow
and you will be snide and cruel
for tomorrow and tomorrow
burning the world with your silence
not a word of disgrace uttered
only shown
only felt, like a knife piercing my palm
the cradle of despair
creaks when i laugh at your jokes
unable to oil away
the emptiness of it
and once a dove sat at my window
as i wanted to feel its feathers
a hawk snatched it away
bloody and barren
stains on my window
and the stench of death
washing away every bit of peace
same as you do
and you are nobody's friend
nobody's foe
laugh in joy
absent in sorrow
bitter and hard
faithfulness punished
my dignity skinned alive
in the trial of truth
moral compasses have tilted to the right
or maybe lost its balance
just a hollow circle with a directionless arrow
moving at your convenience
skin to bone, bone to marrow
for at tomorrow's dawn
your sweet disposition
will wrap itself like a blanket
of deceit on your face
ready to strip me naked again
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