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symptoms of rejection
[i]Did you know that your words,especially the ones you don't say,
eat into my unhealed wounds and spirals me into dismay?
flawed inside my facade,
my frozen ocean of regret,
nothing soothes the need
to engage in oral libidinal ravishing.
an impostor i pose,trying to show you view though
somewhat untrue expresses the me i'd like to be,
hell explained in dark shadows where not even the flames
of my obsession illuminates the path leading open the way
from the face of this horror of my life where my love bleeds,
hemorrhaging all that i am in hopes that can read.
the ability to dwell in the intelligent zone,
on concepts reserved for the adepts
where they gather at pools of uninhibited
thought,has not bestowed me immunity from
trudging through life trying to disguise
myself as an adherent of control and it's rules,
i live to entice and to lick your spice,
forever of zeal,a passionate fool.
some may mourn me found,
my lifeless bod empty now even of dreams,
beyond the realm of no return,
and i'll not even hear their screams.
eat into my unhealed wounds and spirals me into dismay?
flawed inside my facade,
my frozen ocean of regret,
nothing soothes the need
to engage in oral libidinal ravishing.
an impostor i pose,trying to show you view though
somewhat untrue expresses the me i'd like to be,
hell explained in dark shadows where not even the flames
of my obsession illuminates the path leading open the way
from the face of this horror of my life where my love bleeds,
hemorrhaging all that i am in hopes that can read.
the ability to dwell in the intelligent zone,
on concepts reserved for the adepts
where they gather at pools of uninhibited
thought,has not bestowed me immunity from
trudging through life trying to disguise
myself as an adherent of control and it's rules,
i live to entice and to lick your spice,
forever of zeal,a passionate fool.
some may mourn me found,
my lifeless bod empty now even of dreams,
beyond the realm of no return,
and i'll not even hear their screams.
Published 29th Jan 2014
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9th Apr 2014 11:03am
no,not layman i am sure,it's i always felt that if i had enough colors i could paint that picture that would help me understand me,but i was wrong,but for some reason i am still trying. Thanks,ill be checking you, also i dont think a good writer needs more than a handfull of words,just my opionion though. Apostatedeath
