you suppose you
can delete these
concepts shattering
an already broken
idea about what might
have existed until
psychotic intentions
erupted and challenged
thinking i was just
another drooling admirer.
someone that you
could push. could ever
touch. possibly perturb
and find (a being) that
could withstand your hatred.
if i was cut
like how you bleed
there might have been
a chance leaning
toward survival.
sadly
slipping.