Forgiveness feels like a rotted grave


She left him angry and alone

Broken and in despair

His heart a shredded bleeding mess

His feelings for her were bitter

They were toxic and cold

As he felt the knife she had driven

Deep within his lone dark soul

The taste of aspic poisonous and rife

Why had she destroyed him

Why did she tear him limb from limb

And yet deep within he knew he should forgive her

But that would feel like a rotted grave

Where his carcass twisted and distorted is

Wracked with torment with a heart full of maggots

Feasting on him like a necrotising faciitis decay.

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