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And what of the soul that wanders the unforgiving fields of inadequacy continually crippled by cruelty piled upon cruelty.
How shall this beleaguered light hol -
Its in this state of mind
I know it's hard to remind -
bloody hands grope for paths
that blind eyes will never see -
Cracked streetlights shudder intermittently
as I slosh through the blood on this sidewalk -
His eyes so fridgid, calloused and corrosive
yet somewhere in the shadows a flame flickers -
Shadows whisper and flames flicker in the room
as the silver weaves it's spiralling spell -
That itching sensation dwelling upon your jawline
such a sick sour feeling as the saliva floods -
Erratic words spill from your lips
like water babbling through creekbeds. -
Covered in blankets
soaked with sweat -
I can hear you whispering
through the static that rumbles -
Redefining self simulacrumextirpating the anachronismcoalescing purpose and directionto an arresting poignant point
I can no longer live -
Hit the stage
hit the floor -
Alter egos and ulterior motives
rattle the rusty cage of his soul -
cancerous
this thought -
cancerous
this thought -
Drunkeness, lewd comments, and the sound of flesh against flesh
resound just outside the thick door of my new appartment
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