Going Nowhere Near You
Alive to the beat of the quickening
And the tryst dripping from the soiled curb between
The lengths at which my mind wanders
I feel the sewer rampaging beneath my vapid feet
Like the fat of crispy bacon sizzle up in a frying pan
Excluding me from calling you
So much so
I know not which direction
Or path to take
To rescue Love
I want to go home
But not to a lonely bed
So tread the streets of woe instead
I must
Like taught kite strings
Remotely controlled
Operate on violent wings
I know not which way the currents blast my mast towards
No cure for stupidity or infidelities
Waste not want not
A silicon tear
On reckless abandonment in matters concerned love
Rather let it be the yardstick upon which to measure
The amount of pieces a broken heart can be shattered into
Chasing guilty selfish pleasures
When caring dissapates
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