The enemies within
This thing that grows old from within
You wonder what it wants
Unless it’s bonded with obscurity
That calamitous faceless souls
Inflicted by sadist vitality,
You wonder the direction of its tail
THAT Involuntary progeny–
Wreckaged subject in disguise
And tormentor of dissimilarities
Victim life is never its own
But a conquest of sly,
Little tease. Enemy within
OYET VINCENT @EVERY PERSPECTIVES 2022
for we are foe to ourselves
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