Emotion Like Fire, Than Worthless Like the Cold
A quiet man he was consumed by sanity
Yet the game of language from all’s lip sways him forth to insanity,
Like poisonous kisses rocking the foundation of this very thing called bliss.
So he forms the equation sweet like deaths nectar, and it spews
Into his heart, decaying, and scattering like the petals of an orchid dark blue,
Darkened and delusional as it is, it forms an image that of you.
Now his Senses like pebbles on water thrown askew,
For his life unknowingly he held so dear,
Now considered a taboo,
Amongst the whisperers in his mind, for he knows how dead he is on the inside.
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