the system is regurgitating a fundamental syndrome of constant levity
broken down in spirals

is gravity a victim

or is my grip losing it's reality


as a sigh of irritation escapes me, echoing off the cavern wall of faces in the mirror stunted lives the bleeding wall forever

broken

it seems that tedium can't break me as effectively as my own respite

yet it's startled at me request of fear brought near before me to paint a sordid portrait of angst with alcoholic tears litered with ephemeral thoughts half ragged from their short and swift end

welcome to the department of redundancy department



some things just can't live on




but







i'm still right here



right now






waiting for the piano to drop on the singing fat lady who cuts herself for effect


waiting to finally extend the moment after




into forever






though paranoid if i were paralyzed i think it might be a little easier for us to get along without me feeding on your pulse, driving your A symmetric ruse that you count on for a crutch because your legs have lost their use
controlling viscosity and tearing through the tension in your spine

breaking tears upon the anvil and invisible intent is always mine to hold



to scry in


to lift in revelry and dash upon the ground into a thousand tiny pieces with my name upon every single one







cradle me

in the arms of a vampire

swallow me in darkness and give me over to the god of war and fire




deny my involvement when you decide if the trouble is worth it



wear the crown when the shoe fits




so that i may turn to stone


dust to hard packed dust








-what a difference-

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