Pain Continues.
Crueler hearts than mine,
As I try to keep it.
Can never let that Machiavelli out –
‘Ere I end a world.
Misanthrope.
Once again.
Then evermore.
Hungry:
Kindness,
Perhaps even love.
Watch as railway spikes;
Pneumatic punched,
Through my open palms.
“Snakes.”
Quoth The World Serpent.
“Snakes.” Quoth The World Serpent.
