Bitter taste of Bloods Betrayal

It is a grave disappointment.
One that claws heavily
With heritable daggers
Upon my emaciated breast

In nightfall you prey
Drinking blood,
Which we share

Your hollowed taunts
Told through stories
Yielded
And green, withered green
Green that has lost its springtime dance
You goad and betray

In the arms of a mother’s love
I held you,
Sick then
As now
Emptiness,
Which has no girth
Hollow words
Like dulled swords
To cut like hell upon the softened flesh
You sow

A waterfall springs forth
Though restrain screams threats
And wallow
You know
This injured
Breast

Pungent,
Is thy sickly
Breathe
Which breathes
Its breathe
On others
Brow

Many will think these words
Are bent for thee
Others mistake
The cast and see

Pulpits rise amongst our blood
And bowery’s boast our tales of woe

Foul the stench
My semblance
rise
In minds feeble
Endearing lie

Wicked you prove to be
A chance
The happenstance
I forever cast towards
The possibility

You read me as your crooked stick
Cold as arms that never held your
Unquenchable thirst

The waterfall
Could drench
The stench which
Lies alone

No more
I don’t forgive
The treachery
You lecherous
Cad