I want to slide down -
into you
like a icicle falling
from roof's edge
like a cold razor blade
to smash into
this mirror of you -
that i'm forced to look into
breaking it into a million
scattered glistening
devirgined pieces
cutting and bleeding, pushing past
these manifolds of guises,
masquerade secrets,
discreet bruised shields,
that keep me from you -
from the man -
the real YOU
you're inside of me
but still I can't see,
sea of benumbed slave ships
sailing this
rolling
profusion of whats unsaid,
half-broken,
and dead
this is my bed, my heart,
your hurt, but
still you wont let me -
even though in reality
you knowing me knowing you
is to say the least
of any godforsakened
worries
i start to get close
but in a burst of unmatched speed -
you scuttle backwards
tripping your own wire
as the glass gates of your eyes
pin me down with concrete apathy
once again i am lost
in this shame covered labyrinth
stumbling over incohesive
cobblestones of distrust
that pave your irreparable mind
I scream out, racing to find you
but all I find -
is that you say your retired,
but baby - you lie -
you'll always be
just the soldier
hiding behind your own enemy lines.
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