there's a sadness behind these eyes;
mottled hue of anger and remorse
and I can't find room to breathe.
If I somehow change the lines of my prose
I'd sprawl back through infinity;
ravish the euphoria of being truly, completely
weightless
murder ignorance' smile and break these brittle fingers.
whisper rapine vulgarities in the face of my damask lie.
brush lips with vanity and arrogance - hear sweet nothing
in my ears, white.static.noise,
confound glory and worship retribution and coin a term
and call it God.
But I'm lost in this sonata of emotion -
kiss.kill.scared.of.nothing.
floating mercurial, fey as moondust and
wishing I could move.
I'm caught between farewells and
twisted lust to
break.you.down
But I know you'll never show your pain.
I mean hell; you never showed you cared, either.
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