Breathe me in and slice away my skin
I can feel you unmaking me, debasing me.
In this hazy word I built from pain, fleeing
An unknown horror, without a face, with out a name.
Call forth your armies and send the men mad
Torture them with images of death, the stink of death
The wet slick of blood against their sword
How many more live must they take until they realise?
This battle is lost, you are already slain.
Don't send out your sons to die for this again.
I fight the tide with wild magic and pills.
With dreams of smoke in my lungs and demons in my head
I can almost taste what it would be like to feel you
I can almost exist within this drifting world you have made for me
But I can feel it shifting, slipping,
Becoming the queen I swore I would never be.
The cruel tyrant writhes inside my bones
Quickening to the sound of your voice
You face is turned away as you walk into the dark
Which I inhabit but will never know.
When it breaks free, and do not mistake me when I say 'when'
I know this frail body will not hold it. I shall not die, I shall be consumed
When it ends I know you will not weep for me,
Turn away with a scowl, breathe in your spinning smoke
And forget.
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