No Parachutes,Safety Nets,Souls,Or Hope
Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful
My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies
Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue
I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind
Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love
the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves
Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood
Nothing comforts anything
No advice
....just surprises
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