the ailing catacombs of my soul
screech their catcalls to your heart,
leaving me to fend for myself,
when others do precious little.
twisted emotions pull me
this way and that, tugging
at my heartstrings
and weaving their darkness
into my veins
creating an afghan of black.
no need to shout, i cannot hear at all
why do you hover beside my ear?
it serves no purpose, nor do you.
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