A symbol to aim the hate
I love to become, leave them with foamed salivation
at my circular salvation of an enemy surrounded fate.
Accustomed to the piecing decorations
not bleeding, pleading for renewed lacerations
invented wounds to heal, be got sympathetic reactions
two bound, by ones hallucinations of acceptable fascinations
leaves trails
littered with misinterpreted aspirations
and derailing accusations, to earn the peer pressured
justifications.
A verbal chain tied around two
which is which and who is who?