Stand back or you may be
Splattered – These tears
Are the sparks
Of a volcano of pain

This roar is the thunder you made
From a lightening bolt of loss and betrayal
It scores the sky to manipulate
Its own love into the shape of your hate

The beast is me: not a "he," a SHE
She no longer slumbers,
And her number: ONE is unsubtle
And belied by the size of the passion you create.

Passion can be love.
Passion can be hate.
Passion that is revenge
Has the will and the means to annihilate.

Your passion was a masquerade
Even now I am infused
With feelings so strong they transformed me
Into the instrument of your ruse.

WE ARE NOT AMUSED.
FUCK SUBTLETY! FUCK YOU
I dissociate: so much love, so much hate…
The beast, in fact, is two.

You got out a minute too late –
The beast, in fact, is you
Stop dodging your fate! the fugue holds true:
ONE beast made up of the passions of TWO.
 

 

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