seconds trickle into minutes
minutes into hours
and so on so forth
typical things happened
and some not so conventional
things have not been well of late
blindly-walking, i am
just drifting with the current
following the non-ending waves
which swell into immense proportions
which is too overwhelming
things have changed
tables have been turned
but not for the better good
the future reeks of pandemonium
the stench of betrayal
the odour of unfriendly gossip
and the smell of death
i can no longer see my facade
as it is being stripped away
piece by piece
slither by slither
like a hideous puzzle
leaving a hollow being whose true colours show
colours which converge on a canvas of disgust
like an invitation
to humiliation
to mockery
to isolation
why don't you laugh
and laugh you shall
but i'll have the last guffaw as you're just like me
you know who you are
it's obviously thee
thy inconsiderate prick of unworthyness
may you be beheaded
and fall into a pit filled snakes
just like the snake you truly are
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