dead rolling

i'm sure of envy now



maybe i'm better off this way





if i wake up

then i'll just lay down with medicated indifference


your voice to me brings the promise of a bullet hole
the marks on the wall are not mine, cold and catatonic i'll be a dream and a thought regardless far more than either of us know








someday

i'll get away to someplace where the same is not today


and i'll see you




from somewhere far away




i'll be screaming, "hey! magdelene! guess who's a fucking libertine!




wake to a different face......whenever



it's disappointing






the mirror atrophied this life of pointless flesh, cum, and convulsions


i've fucked your ego

i made it dance deleriously, all night i slept with my beautiful enemy




and what do i get?
out of this experience....



silence and jaded reality




..........emotions' li-ber-tine...........

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