Convictions Are More Dangerous Enemies To Truth Than Lies
You remain so distant
Even after the fact
Are you a glutton for starvation?
Careening through this
Cylinder of blame
My exponent of loss
Laboriously gleans every granule
She inflated your torn pride
The wound is bigger than
Before I broke
The skin
Flood out of her labyrinth
Into my massacre
Of lies
Solidity of dillusion -
The doornob of hell
The words to heal-all
Lie broken and torn
I scurry from the
Momentary relapses
I can still feel
Your breath
On my neck
Precious tea cup
Of Quicksilver
This unwanted yearning
Dodges your death blow
With a sick pleasure
I love to writhe
In these suicidal tendencies
The clocks ticks
erridically
A dependant goddess
Eaten, Lost
But with no regrets
Save this,
so
small
These diamond bracelets
Strangle to no end
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