One day, I can but hope,
to fulfill my dream,
to be able to walk,
on my own two feet.
If only just,
to walk the fuck away from you.
Don’t get me wrong....
You are the beauty,
that drags me down,
that incline;
to reach the bottom
of reality....
Confirming,
that I am nothing more,
than a fucking worthless cunt,
not even deserving,
to look upon,
the most lithe, beauteous,
stunning shining light,
that graces the whole world.
The vermin await,
my crawling....
Home.
To join them at the bottom,
where all the scum,
like me, deserve no rest.
It’s a love & hate opera,
twisting like a DNA strand,
so what if I do not love,
I do not feel dirty or base,
saying....
I could at least fuck.
Fuck you, morning, noon and night.
Just....fuck you.
Always just, fuck you.
Fuck you, until we bleed,
at least,
it’s a feeling, that lacks pride,
but at least will remain....
Memorable.
At least you could remember,
remember my face,
with disgust,
it’s far better....
Than never remembering at all.
Therefore I dance in synchronicity,
with a symphony
of nothingness;
a serenity of fixed stares
and cruel intentions.
Fixed....
On no-one but you.
You can look down upon the vermin,
and safely say:
It was the peak of your beauty,
And the trough of my hate,
that brought this to pass.
My hate was never directed at you,
it only burned you in the passing.
Author notes
Thought I would try something a little different.
This piece is formless, disjointed and 'broken', for want of a better word, very much on purpose. The style is done to reflect a thought pattern, a stream of consciousness and not particularly a nice one, pretty much a very stark, ugly one.
Read into it what you will.
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yeah, it was pretty good, but this shit didnt win
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I've wanted those dreams and wished to live them also, so I can relate.
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Thank you. Not the nicest thing to wish or feel, especially when you have felt it most of your life.
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