In the end The anxious pain waits above lust’s insane love; shoving me, draining me …riddling me …away from trusts respect. Strain placed on me in fusses and cusses and things regret can’t resolve. Words are dangerous when used as a weapon. Got snatched away to jungles, had to survive on my own in a party of two. Damn serpent repents low, and absolves little, as long as revolution is involved; and the bittersweet crying doves melting like cream in my mind make me realize. I’ve entangled myself up in someone else’s dreams. None of this is mine, never owned or earned, not my nightmares, abstained, or resolved. Not my ideal other half, I’m always appalled at me. Dismiss, reframe, disengage, rearrange, fly the coop and cast no shadows here, disarray your potential here… End! End end. Without one single tear, the echoes repeat as days on months roast me with delirious heat of younger year’s aspirations. Bitter due to faith’s face not shining on me, jade salty over time with envy. The unknown looms like danger as I seek to be free, untethered, unfettered to absolutely be in true affection and pleased in the end.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 00:26:09 +0000
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