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Fallen Through Decieve -Spoken Word
There’s those who fall down in shame and regret through the beautiful addiction of a substance.
And then there’s those who endlessly die of a broken heart and the catch of addiction needlessly belongs to them to either feel no emotion or anything except nothing.
I’m one of those who died.
I rage in abstract craze for those who call for an unknown pity of their own foreseen fallen deception. I yell in constant deceive for how can you ask for pity of your own committed mistake. See I and those who have no such senses left were murdered in the innocent realm of childhood.
Reaching for the stars of an undiscovered world then being enticed into a black hole. See the object of concern of a black whole is that once you fall in, your escape becomes inevitable. Darkness becomes you and through you it swallows air, emotion and life making you a part of it.
Notice how I keep silence in the palm of my hand for the cause of this careless act, as you erupt with tension on telling the world of the reason for your soon found death..
Can you define the difference between me and you? Can you now categorize your stupidity and my cold weakness of no fear on your own? See I refuse to let you touch me, because my heart is stained with blood of anger and ingrown confusion while yours pumps pure fear and illusion. Open your eyes and maybe we’ll make this some type of collusion. I devoured through pain and you consumed through ignorance. Lying on the floor, I look at you in disgrace as you look back at me in guilt.
Look at me right and reverse my spoken word, who here has fallen through deceive? It was both me and you; it was we and them too. Now our lives are both being inhaled through darkness. And as we lay, you shiver and I giggle.
You yell to be in pain and I claim to be insane. All pronounced through a few substances of sedation that we each exhausted.
One to take away innocence and the other to forget that who took innocence from them. So look one more time, and tell me clear.
Who hear has fallen through deceive? Who here is found to be ignorant and so naïve?
And then there’s those who endlessly die of a broken heart and the catch of addiction needlessly belongs to them to either feel no emotion or anything except nothing.
I’m one of those who died.
I rage in abstract craze for those who call for an unknown pity of their own foreseen fallen deception. I yell in constant deceive for how can you ask for pity of your own committed mistake. See I and those who have no such senses left were murdered in the innocent realm of childhood.
Reaching for the stars of an undiscovered world then being enticed into a black hole. See the object of concern of a black whole is that once you fall in, your escape becomes inevitable. Darkness becomes you and through you it swallows air, emotion and life making you a part of it.
Notice how I keep silence in the palm of my hand for the cause of this careless act, as you erupt with tension on telling the world of the reason for your soon found death..
Can you define the difference between me and you? Can you now categorize your stupidity and my cold weakness of no fear on your own? See I refuse to let you touch me, because my heart is stained with blood of anger and ingrown confusion while yours pumps pure fear and illusion. Open your eyes and maybe we’ll make this some type of collusion. I devoured through pain and you consumed through ignorance. Lying on the floor, I look at you in disgrace as you look back at me in guilt.
Look at me right and reverse my spoken word, who here has fallen through deceive? It was both me and you; it was we and them too. Now our lives are both being inhaled through darkness. And as we lay, you shiver and I giggle.
You yell to be in pain and I claim to be insane. All pronounced through a few substances of sedation that we each exhausted.
One to take away innocence and the other to forget that who took innocence from them. So look one more time, and tell me clear.
Who hear has fallen through deceive? Who here is found to be ignorant and so naïve?
Published 3rd May 2013
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