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Onliness rememberance of woe
vastly misunderstood,
I close my face from the sun, solitude my solace in my den,
secret is my grave iniquity and delicious is my sin.
I've longed to find in you with an uninhibited tongue,
O how I dream of the things you'll say in out of breath
whispers that contains not even a modicum of shame.
low but how you decapitate my feelings like empty promises
of whim-full youth,no reason to confide with a lie
when much greater is the truth,
why not did you cut me loose,
the antithesis of fortune,reverse Midas touch,
albatross where all is lost, audaciously fucked and such.
spoken needs from broken vessels that bleed
like from tiny portals bored into my veins,
needle obsessions thrive in acid rain, this is
where I always seek the comforting flow of unburdening elixirs
though they all remain bruised and stained
onliness, my only friend, I'm an intelligent fool lacking choice,
loneliness , my lonely friend, my love I seek you within a smile,
for which I would anyone murder without remorse
and in as much warmth as I can voice
your lovely visage comforted me, but I dare not touch from my denial.
would-est thou ache for me,
like I ache for thee in private dreams?
seemingly values go non-valued,becoming unimportant to what should;low are the eyes of emptiness, in a world where when I reach for you my words go misunderstood,
smiles sometimes synthetic and unfair becomes fair as it swims and moves through the body, to the soul,spirited and perpetual is my disease,
I am butchered by resignation in my despair,falling like a broken statue,
for my heart dreadfully loves you,I am afraid, are we afraid?
frayed tongues of ecstasy to work in unison,
O but now I've spoken, now you I have awoken,
and from my silence I am now free.
I close my face from the sun, solitude my solace in my den,
secret is my grave iniquity and delicious is my sin.
I've longed to find in you with an uninhibited tongue,
O how I dream of the things you'll say in out of breath
whispers that contains not even a modicum of shame.
low but how you decapitate my feelings like empty promises
of whim-full youth,no reason to confide with a lie
when much greater is the truth,
why not did you cut me loose,
the antithesis of fortune,reverse Midas touch,
albatross where all is lost, audaciously fucked and such.
spoken needs from broken vessels that bleed
like from tiny portals bored into my veins,
needle obsessions thrive in acid rain, this is
where I always seek the comforting flow of unburdening elixirs
though they all remain bruised and stained
onliness, my only friend, I'm an intelligent fool lacking choice,
loneliness , my lonely friend, my love I seek you within a smile,
for which I would anyone murder without remorse
and in as much warmth as I can voice
your lovely visage comforted me, but I dare not touch from my denial.
would-est thou ache for me,
like I ache for thee in private dreams?
seemingly values go non-valued,becoming unimportant to what should;low are the eyes of emptiness, in a world where when I reach for you my words go misunderstood,
smiles sometimes synthetic and unfair becomes fair as it swims and moves through the body, to the soul,spirited and perpetual is my disease,
I am butchered by resignation in my despair,falling like a broken statue,
for my heart dreadfully loves you,I am afraid, are we afraid?
frayed tongues of ecstasy to work in unison,
O but now I've spoken, now you I have awoken,
and from my silence I am now free.
Published 2nd Nov 2013
| Edited 2nd Dec 2013
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