Latin For Pain

I’ll share no more of my company with you.
Never shall I give you another second,
For you to choke me with your ignorance.
Infact, when you’re done robbing me of my feelings,
Perhaps you’d like me to give you an hour’s worth.

I’ll share none of my compassion with you.
If you enjoy feeding off of pain, go drain your own soul,
It’s writhing with it, I’m sure.
But I’ll take none of it,
Sorrow is just another thing you lick.
Don’t poison me; take the serum of your will and go.
I’ll share none of my relief…

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