Eye of the Enemy - Clay

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You’re obstinate,
contrarian,
electrical-storm proletarian
and the fire that’s keeping me warm
is burning to cinders the secrets rescinding the war.

Nefarious,
sarcastically fucking gregarious,
and I’m frayed, I’m tired, I’m flayed, I’ve tried and I’ve failed,
so I’m walking away.

A (don’t you)
Shut up.
There’s no end on this page
for my succubus-cum-necrophage.
Every word trephinates
the skull you emptied of joy
and tried to replace

with your void,
your saccharine and frivolous noise.
You’re a mannequin modeled off harridans
hung for their poise,
And their ploys

One if by land,
two if by sea,
three if the monarch’s here
and she’s bending the knee.

Bastards
yeah I know there were.
Bastards;
your mind a frog put to boil.
As it turns out
I’m a glutton.
I’ve let bitches
push my buttons.

But none of them like you.
None of them like you.

(you’re just)
A - Shut up
Caustic happenstance
Down the drip feed I’m fed

Every word you intone
tears my skin from my flesh
and my flesh from my bones.

My bones.

There’s a reason you’re dying alone;
the intent of your sentences
grind together like stones.

A - Bastard,
Yeah I know you are.
Bastard
your mind; the graveyard of toil.
As it turns out
I’m a glutton
I’ve let bastards
push my buttons.
But none of them like you.

None of them like you.

Bastards
I don’t care there were
Bastards
Your mind, a stamp on my world
And without you
I am empty
Everyone since
Gave me plenty
But none of them are you

Bastards
We can’t even struggle through
Bastards
All the construct can do is construe
All my insides, made of clay
There’s no reason to go or to stay
There’s
No one left like you