Drunk with power.
Floating, spewing destruction.
Love for thine ego.
Uncaring.
only passion for "righteous" truth...
Until i'm passed out from the pain
the crying, the screaming, the fighting
knocks me off my horse
hits me where it hurts most
unloving of myself when it's over and im the mess
Like a wild, ferocious animal
gnawing at my beloved with molars ripping through its flesh.
The longing to make the fantasy cease.
Longing to erase my mortal sins.
Unprovoked, a lovely dove.
Once it starts, it
must be
stopped.
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