My Exsanguination... Poem by oliver craven

Acrimony, acrimony,
You know me oh so well…

Will fruition of your agenda come?
Only time will tell…

How is it that I’m helpless,
Despite my avid cries…

How is that you fool me,
Despite your endless lies…

Why is it that I’m fodder,
For your sordid games? …

Why is it you’re my kryptonite,
And I your fool to blame? …

Where is it you can’t reach me,
My soul? My heart? My head? …

What is it that you want from me?
Would you prefer me dead? …