Token
When my eyes bleed,
am I showing the real me,
an illusion that could be;
Show those deadly emotions I'd like to keep at bay,
emotions have smiles to betray,
gallant heart stretch inside with tingles and aches,
they have means to stake their claim;
Villains dancing sporadically on parade,
climb explicitly into my exposed space;
Evildoer you infuriate,
armed of radical persuade,
just stay away;
I can't fight with sodden arms,
i won't battle what I'd miss of charms;
I acknowledge being your compelled token,
but –
Once a while, you could stand to be the one choking.
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