Sta.sh
I'll fucking kill him.
I want to rip his heart from his chest and burn the rest,
bury what's left in a ditch and let that bitch be forgotten,
rotten in the sodden soil, downtrodden and foiled,
Reposing in the world he decayed, Sleeping in the bed he made,
With ribbons of skin torn and frayed, The echoes of every word I said
bouncing within his skull, Reactions delayed and attractions dissuade,
Any chance at escape long forbade and trapped in his own universe of curses and charades.
I'll be who I am and do all I can to make myself enough for you.
Fight any fucker that opposes us and invest all my trust in you,
I'm finally going to accept that you're true, realize that the sparkle in your eyes
is more than just my dreams self-manifestation and hold on tight to your apparition
with all my might, day and night, wrong or right... You are my only light.
I love you more than you know, much more than I may ever let myself show.
I can't forget your optical-emeralds, jaded-jewels, of eyes,
Pupils that seem to me to be harboring no lies, desolate of despise,
And I need your climatic voice, so perfectly tuned and poised-
An angelic anthem slitting its way through my life's white noise.
I couldn't go day without your salubrious kiss to revitalize my hypnotized presence,
Or your warm hug stimulating every one of my senses, but as my doubt condenses,
I manage to find a way to fuck things up; to say what I never meant,
Reminisce upon hours we never spent, cower in my own disappointment,
Spiral into a desperate descent, and then regret ever telling her what she meant to me,
when I know I need her desperately. So please, forgive my idiocy, I know not what I do,
I know not what I say, nor who to trust, nor do I know who I am,
But I refuse to acknowledge this despotic statistic of arrogance and mayhem,
So fuck me, and fuck them as well, let the populace believe what it pleases,
Everyone else can go to hell, you're the only object of my affection, my enticing disease,
Infecting me as my lips melt into yours and my fingers slide behind your knees.
I refuse to be another mistake, and won't take a hint at whats best from this beast,
Or subject myself to his depressed feast at the feet of a deceased priest, not in the least,
I won't become another cadaver of a holy man just to justify my right to hold your hand,
Singing seductive songs of satisfaction to someone whose ears are sealed, Consider my sin repealed,
This fatal infatuation is something I will never regret being able to feel, so deal with it buddy,
As your broken bones soak in the rain and your tattered clothes become muddy,
I won't apologize for making this beautiful maiden so Goddamn happy.
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You know, I just went through your entire gallery.
And, instead of spamming the shit out of you with meaningless laudations and lyrical mumblings, I decided to comment here, so you won't explode form sheer volume of worship.
YOU ARE FUCKING AMAZING.
I just...
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Mindblown.
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Love is love, dude.
life's just full of signs
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you have such an amazing gift with words. I adore everything you wrote.
D:<
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Love is love, dude.
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Your welcome!
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