Another hole adhering into core,

bruises shiver along skin torn,

taser electricity beyond physical amour –

a simply fallen graceless: hurtling out of biblical folklore,

because you retain a kings' title isn't reason enough why I stay wistfully sore,

What conclusion depicts I for exceptional scorn?

keep tossing feelings like a toy about the room within insanely abusive rapport,

Can you give a days' revenge a rest?

let mine eyes reassess,

not leading an avoidance anyway – anytime soon: I assure.