Forced Essence

Writhing, squirming, disease intensifying
Hoping, one day, you'll feel the satisfaction
Of taking, away, all of my infatuations
Purposeful, banter, drilling me into the ground

You've dulled the blade so it won't cut
Guess I'll just have to get another
Or maybe I can poke you with it
Until you bleed
Until you scream

Oblivious, obnoxious, pure distraction
Pulled me, under, thrashing for release
Caught up, in this, hatred of species
All that, I ask, is that you liberate me

Damnation, torment, only missing
One, more thing, to make this fortify
Forceful, dynamic, disempowering words
Left more, than scratches, on my lonely essence

You've dulled the blade so it won't cut
Guess I'll just have to get another
Or maybe I can poke you with it
Until you bleed
Until you scream