My heart is like a raven, driven to lunacy
Tearing at its own fibres, because of the wrought words that were thrown at it by cruel tongues
Killing itself as it pulls itself to pieces
Getting ever blacker as its beat slows down to its death
Till its last breath
And then it dies
My mind is like a salted slug contorted with pain, driven insane
Clenching to itself as it aches for loving words
It feels so cursed by its suppressers
Unable to express their desires, fraught with anxiety
Bitten by society and their lies
Then it too dies
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