To An Empty Space

Your snake words clouded
my better judgment.
And I momentarily
under your manipulative

Your name
is toxic poison on my tongue.
And your words
are filthy lies that reside among
the millions of images
depicting your perfect facade;
the Master of Masks
the Almighty deceitful God.

You’re a coward.
You’re a cheat.
I’m having trouble
just remembering to breathe.

Just gotta breathe.
I’m not sticking around
to find out what’s up your sleeve.

And I’m not coming
out of this alone.

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