Hammering

Fruitful and forbidden
Graceful and grotesque
I was born to contradict
I was created to lie
amongst my death 
I shall receive
the advantage of absence

I grow tired and weary 
of the thoughts resting in you
that pay no matter to the silent alarms
burning past your buglary

Ashes hammer at my door
wanting the entrance
to gain property to my mind
I resist, but relinquish before too long

I blame myself and no one else
for my selfish thinking
Impure thoughts and fantasies
of long dashed dreams

Sick songs slamming my head
Breaking and entering 
Past my feeble lightning rod
  Made to drive these mad energies
  away from me
  Only keeping them closer than desired

Faithful and famed
Silent and shamed
We lie consistent with the fact
That we too will break
without any pride or tact

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