apathy is now
something is out there wrapped in vogue desperately in and out of touch
i can't really say much
there's nothing to really relate anymore in terms of......well anything
angst
anxiety...it makes me feel....all over
fucked
again
and again
and again
bombing lover as the opened window unveils the dust settling upon this dusk of porcelain clouds and ironclad eyes lock the skies in place for a single moment until the right hand gasps for the soothing poison of a thousand tiny needles to the brain as we are anesthetized
blink comes to word comes to push comes to shove comes to exhibiting an eternity of idealogical proliferation
all this
for what
a few moments of fleeting happiness?
a designed sense of relief from behind veiled accomplishment?
blind faith has nothing on the veins beneath my skin
i bleed.....fate does not
i know what i got because it's time that i give it away
dreams of blowing myself away afterwards make me laugh.
how ironic
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