Pressurized threats from the lungs of the saint
all the words never said fill the gaps with your thanks.
Lived and loved effigies in the water you sank
it's an ocean of tears and the blood from your veins.
These vendettas you've kept but every promise you break.
Like a coward you wept with the fangs of a snake
dripping venomous words now a thirst you can't sate.
Your hunger for truth the antidote they won't take.
Call me complacent while laughing at ghosts
knives find your back while you're raising a toast.
Claim humility between every boast.
I offered my hand you went for the throat.
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Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
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Gosh…this one spoke to me. Excellent!