Contempt of Spoils

Swimming in the past 

Breeds the new hell that I’m living in

Now, it’s so vast

Recounting spells, rehash 

Gratitude musings 

We can make it last 

I hate his smell 

The stupid ways he was right 

In shitty attempts 

To undo his wrongdoings

God, I hope he avenges me tonight 

Through my soul 

Captivates me through sight  

And the fiendish ways

To which I desire him 

Leaves me docile 

And isolate 

Can he save me? 

from desolate solitude?

Least he act out

Post-solitude 

Upsurged dreams 

Uncouth pleasantries 

That causes your will.

Crawling. begging for me.

Or I, unto you.