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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Erase my existence I break my own heart until the black smoke infests breathless lungs, tortured by the taste of soul’s inkless touch. If I am your refrain ~ burn my name into the pulse of pain, I need not the sermon for loneliness as love asks me to simplify my demons. If only words could warm the wounds I wear like a warrior lost in the toxic wilderness of want, perhaps the algebraic angst would no longer multiply and divide the despair, subtract the sickness estimate the end ratio from the sum of somberness to leave and resolve a remorseless remainder too erratic for the sapphire sigh. I am an equation without an equilibrium measuring the metaphorical distance between your dreams and my darkness, a shattered diamond scattered on the tip of infinite intersection of infatuation, calculating the chaos amidst your fickle fractions, I wander as the unknown, faithless ~ consumed in fears like a forgotten kiss from grief. So let the numbers roll numb, toss a silver to the twisted tower of garnet tears, there I will forever remain the quiescence that failed to quantify quaking skies of conflicted clouds, carrying tales I wove as if I asked for this walking nightmare. Must your hustling highs see the muse of madness losing sanity? I know myself in this mathematical mayhem ~ a variable without a value, collapsing into complex combinations of constant nothingness, a negative numeral drained behind a decimal point, a disappointment hidden beneath matte curves of lipstick lullabies posted on the walls of sinners and sunsets. I never wanted to be the reason your rhymes wept, but I am doomed, a jinxed Juliet of sorrow... I could have been your guardian glow, glistening in confetti gold ~ yet, I am too broken to be your pink-laced star-catcher, it isn’t written in fate; it’s tattooed in bones. this is the sound of tainted trammels releasing you from the smoldering skin of eternal inferno ~ pardon the paranoia it's haunted inside, this is my island of s t o r m s ...
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