you topple over

black and you in

puddles brewed

beneath you

let your dark side

in(to fear) with

your pathetic
(you are pathetic)
side.

if you wanted

to slice my face- if

you thought about

it long enough you

would hate my face.

giving away your

dark side.

i thought about

the end of it -

lengths and twists

forgot i

would not lend to you

oak oars

by lights to hear

only the story of you-

your hands clenched

and balled to death.