To Destroy Something Beautiful

Laying here with her thinking of another Feeling Low-life's grip on my lobes. the pulsating heart-beat of pressure. Let go, Let go! She wont, she can't, she knows not what i do. Inevitable, My first. Not loves First Just situations, experience. Stolen from me in a way. She took it from me willingly, and i gave it to her with open hands, cradled it for a moment and hurled it at her soul. I overthrew it though and Lust caught it and ran with it for quite some time Only to be found down a road. A road on which led to this Full Circle, my cul-de-sac. A unique experience, When one is caught by the balls. Questioning everything, Fine tooth-combing the follicles that are my life, That is and has been fleeting. Catching glimpses of Hot Air balloons in the Arizona Desert, Colorblind. Oh, Ms. Sparrow If only it were true that all things, die alone. Falsehood I know now. My memories are reality to me, to each their own. Join me in my dilemma.