Gust -

Passive aggressive, aimed for the throat

The incentive is always invisible

But I’ve found it simple;

Muzzled minds seek naive eyes

Only to borrow limbs and keep the lights off

The reverence is malevolent

And the apology is always pathetic

Did you think I didn’t notice?

So much as you manipulated

The aftertaste of selfishness turns me back to being selfless for your cause

And thanks to you I have no fingerprints, only bones to be picked

So tell me what you’re kind to me for

I’m sure you’ve denied yourself as much as I have

People like you take and rot until the end

Until the end.

Until the end.

Until the end