October 26, 2011
By Daish GOLD, Inez, Kentucky
Daish GOLD, Inez, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
"It's funny how sometimes the people we would take a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger."

The bile known as your voice fills the air with another putrid lie.
I fight the urge to run over to you & glue your mouth shut so the acid will stop pouring out.
Your eyes like black coal dust rising from the ashes show no hint of what you’re doing.
The clear & gentle fasque is no longer working on me.
I see you.
The real you.
The disgusting monster with yellowed claws that digs into everyone’s heart.
Rips it out with a smirk on your face & a cackle escaping from your lips.
Lie after lie raining down without even a glimpse of sun.
Causing me to stare at you as the devil himself comes out.
No one else sees.
But I do.
I see the horns that stick from your head as sharp as razor blades.
The horns that cut as deep as your words.
The fires spread & I stand with not even a drop of water to put them out.
The burns come one after another scarring me more & more each time.
But wounds heal & scab over.
You on the other hand will always be as ugly as the beast that hides inside you.

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