YOUR STING LIES DEEP
INSIDE THE CORE
OF ALL YOUR DISPOSALS
OF STENTCH.
I NEED YOU
TO GUIDE THE LIMITS
OF THE SCENTS
THAT REEK THE ESSENCE
OF WHAT MAKES ME,
HUMAN.
AND THE ARTICLES
OF MY HUMAN LAW.
YOU DIVE INTO THE CORE
OF MY SKIN
AND I HEAR
THE ECHO OF
YOUR THUNDER
IN THE SHAKINESS
OF MY VOICE.
YOU MAKE ME
TREMBLE WITH ANXIETY
AND I KEEP YOU
LOCKED AWAY
IN UNSPOKEN
FLASHBACKS,
THAT DWELL
IN THE MIST
OF WHAT I WANT
NEVER,
TO SEE,
UNRAVEL,
BELIEVE.
HERE YOUR TENICLES
ARE A SAVIOR
TO I THE CAPTIVE
AND YOUR VOICE
REIGNS LOUDLY
WITHIN.
BUT YOU?
YOU!
YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH
OF A MILLION MEN
IN THE PRESENCE
OF THE SHADED
IMAGE OF YOU
DOUBLE-SIDED TWIN,
WHO CRIES,
TO ME TO HOLD
ME BACK?
FROM MY OWN ENDURANCE.
YOU CRY OUT TO ME
THE CANNOTS,
THE WOULD NOTS,
AND THE NO WAYS.
THE RULERS OF SELF-DOUBT,
ESTEEM AND NEGLECT,
ARE YOUR VESSELS OF POWER
OF STRENGTH,
THAT GOVERN MY USELESSNESS
THAT I CREATED
WHEN YOU BECAME
THE RULER.
YOU?
YOU?RE NOTHING
TO ME
BUT A SET COURSE
OF EXCUSES
THAT PRICK,
AND STAB
AT THE OBJECTIVES
SET FORTH
TO GUIDE A TRUE
CAUSE OF LIVING.
I NEED YOU?
I DISCARD YOU?
I?LL CARRY YOUR
TWISTED GOOD SIDE
TO KEEP MYSELF
AFLOAT.
BUT YOU WILL NOT
CONQUER ME.
YOU CANNOT.
FOR I NEVER
GAVE YOU PERMISSION
FOR I NEVER
TO OWN WHAT IS MINE,
MYSELF,
AND MY OWN EXCUSES
I TAKE FROM YOUR FOUL,
YOUR STENTCH,
YOUR LIMITS,
I NEED YOU,
I DISCARD YOU
NOW AND FOREVER
I AM NO LONGER YOURS
AND YOU?LL NEVER
TAKE ME,
AWAY
IN THE CORE OF
THAT NEED.
For RCT. RIVERA
4th battalion USMC N company PLT 4026