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It is a place that I never show. Rarely show. No-one is to know. The wicked be...Jealously |
I wonder why I sit here All alone within you. Seeing your life grew up into what it is now To climb the beanstalk of nonsense you sprout. I'm left to grab what I can from your fallen leaves. While camping down in the foliage and dirt That fell from your never-thinking high place You float over your head. I kneel down here. Taping up the ever growing hole Within the wall within my head. To stop it going inside the bricks and mortar That you can slip through like Water so pure. To me you are a thrill That I regret to know. As all you do is better. You do not even try at anything. But you beat me down in every way with your branches and twigs that cut through my eyes. All I see is red. Feel perfected perverted pain that floods me so freely. But I still think of you. Talking to the world Eight seconds is all you need to so many loves and laughs. Love Over Loathing. Longing Master Atrophy Over me Decay me Hurt me Strap me Hit me Beat me Eat me Taste me Be me. Let me be you I want to be with you. I want to be you. I want to I want Your ten and one perfected corrupted numbers That I inspired you to become Yet you overcame me Made me recede into the shadow Into myself Into this hole that I cannot climb my way out of Because I am afraid of the light That shines from the camera so bright. With your oblivious Beauty you possess in my blooded scorn eyes You did to me. But I would not want it any other way. My man. My Master My quip My only disaster. |