triptych

Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise Retinas of glass, I see right through your lies Figments of my imagination Don't come and cause me more vexation Circling my mind Tormenting, suffering, sempiternal gyration My nerve endings started with you Now unaware to whom Now that you're gone I can finally take off this costume Now isn't the time for salvation I re-evaluate our amalgamation Not even an antisocial personality disorder Could sum up a source of order Wander your favourite forest Walk past me and get hit with my poignant odour Uncover my carcass, I don't need a hearse Just dump me in the Oder Dismember me piece by piece Put me back together however you'd like The puzzle wont be beautiful Something incomparable to Vandyke

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