lonelythinker

Enemies
So much pain to go around,
tripling by the cornfed hundred,
swallowing their guts,
to materialize those guns,
avenging a loss of nothing,
focusing on your weakness,
to penetrate the thin shell of privacy,
unconsciously built throughout ourselves,
visions of black blood,
as sexual friction collides,
with the mind,
nightmare seeds sprout,
invading dawnless night,
into those eyes,
I say,
adversary you are my equal,
apart of manifested rage,
no kindness or sanity,
it whispers to me,
in the dark you'll pray,
in the feces you'll lay,
I am your enemy,
and hell is where my will,
slays you