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Nothing savored Nothing cherished
Chewing wood, spitting silk 
Hating every creeping moment
till darkness lowers and laps at my toes
Blessed darkness gives me a cave 
where I may retreat from all hateful, glossy life -
oblivion with eyes wide open 
Monumental sorrow grinds my guts to dust
Hopelessness, a perversion that licks my ear
and whispers obscene melodies.
An ache to take out the tools 
used to mark my hatred on myself
Hope is a lie believed by fools and sinners 
That baked desert called my mind spits dust on dreams.
Trapped by iron bars bleeding despair 
my face is a pale moon of desolation 
peering out on savage scenes of normalcy.
Fingers tremble on the keyboard 
longing to smash its plastic against my head.
Some say how sweet and gentle I am
I can’t wait to escape and laugh at their gullibility. . . 
had I an ax I would chop off my haunting countenance
and hide the pieces in brown paper bags
flung into back yards around the town
Am I sweet and gentle as they say 
but refuse the treacle of the words
Or have I acted upon the stage so well
I have become what I loathe to be

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