Bitter Thread

A bitter thread winded
amongst dreams of better things
settling deep, like the roots
of a noxious weed
Through chambered rooms
it snaked and slithered
choking a soul-weary heart

It was the biting taste
of iron in the blood
a terrible, loathsome reeking
of copper and rotten things
set aside and long forgotten

While lies filtered through veins
up to my brain to swear their hatred
Spoken as soft as a whisper
from a stage miles away
it declared that I was alone
in a world full of people

✨Deferential Devil✨

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