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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Pulled together by a magnetic avoidance of loneliness, fueled by an insatiable ardor to evade a shortage of love. Mutually splintered souls searching for a place to embed and implement a façade which conceals mutilated minds. Spurious attempts to disarm the timebomb which is his mouth. Futile efforts to escape a mental cage inflicting frightening fingerprints on a shatter-able soul. Cautionary writings on the walls of his guise, demanding subservient devotion. Loud lashings from his slick tongue, contradicting confessions of love and hate, whilst ransacking an insubordinate mouth, by extorting an opening through quivering lips. Transient, insincere apologies fall on deaf ears, between briny tears plunging down an anguished face, debunking the reverie that this is how love is meant to taste. A dismaying omen predicting the dawn of the end, disguised as a single round, white dose of insentience aggressively shoved down through tortured glottal wails. Convulsive crying gives way to comatose disposition, displayed on a cold cement altar - a sacrificial lamb laid out for torturous vindication of his deprived need to strip of honor, by forcibly desecrating incontestable, incapacitated remains. An ungainly desperate last resort - running with lead-like legs from a known enemy. Flashes of head- lights and white painted lines, don’t hinder a final attempt at liberation or eternal rest. Flashes of cold, dim swells of pain, preferred, over the clinging clutches of oppressive maniacal hands, lunging at the opportunity to subdue. A harsh awakening - in his lair. A morning after like no other. Hues of black and blue on pale, dehydrated dermal layers, serve as confirmation of an undeniable recollection of hair-raising anamnesis. Painful retrospection inciting an unrelenting concluding confrontation - never again the victim will I be.
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