I am sunk
In the mire
Of his id
The malignant
Crumbling facade
The lack of compassion
The words like shards
Of petrified bile
That slice through a smile
So fake that it’s news
An attack on my senses
Of justness and good
Grabbing my soul
Pulling me under
I am drowned
In the mire
Of him.

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