Truth

The true thoughts, they pull and wrench.
At the bottom of my throat, a chronic stench.

I swallow, I spit, I attempt to impede
All the while aware of the hatred I feed.

Squeeze my insides, now block the throat.
Keep the remarks in a parallel note.

Hold them all in like a snake its prey
In its dark, cavernous trap left silently to lay.

As the time increases, quickly follows the thirst.
And the insults, they wait, and threaten to burst.

A cry spills forth, unrestrained
All the fleshly color from the human drained.

The knees swiftly buckle, the eyes they glare
The anger, it splatters, leaves an eternal tear.

It crawls, it sweeps, it slides, it climbs.
And the next victim’s doom quietly times.