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Pour the memories through the whole in my head

Where all of my ideas seep out and turn to rust.

Pull the carpet under the machine and remove the gears,

Simply to laugh at how it struggles and coughs up blood.

 

Induce psychopathic strategies through dream invasion.

Rip out the heart I had only so recently repaired.

Not one breath from your side of the cold Earth.

No words desired from your side of the cold Earth.

 

Icy breath coming across my shoulder.

My body becomes numb

As you wrap your arms

Around my waist.

 

Don’t drag me to your domain.

We live in the aftermath of what you’ve created.

This passion masks deception.

You’ve made this the aftermath of our love.

 

No more will I feel your fucking touch,

The taste of your lips on mine.

I refuse to feel your touch.

You’ve already made me change enough.

 

Send ghostly shivers down the spinal cord:

The crumbling support of a once proud construction.

Hang the head high as the noose drops low.

Shame the innocent and promote the guilty that helped you.

 

Decline and disremember all routes to reconcile.

Set the bridges ablaze to prevent the entrance of joy.

Paint the picture of the village fool and show it off,

Display the poor man as the villain of the tale.

 

An unforgiving embrace beckons,

Drawing my damned curiosity.

Lust swallows whole

And suffocates me.

 

I refuse to walk this path.

We exist in the aftermath of your destruction.

Take my damn memories.

They persist in the aftermath of our conflict.

 

No more will I feel your fucking touch,

The taste of your lips on mine.

I refuse to feel your touch.

You’ve already made me change enough.

 

The mirror gazes upon me every day

And the reflection remarks

On what a sad man

I have become.

 

The sun departs from the horizon

And night watches on

To witness bloodstains

Upon my body.

 

Deeper.

I want you to leave the wounds even

Deeper.

I want you to cave in my chest.

 

Sweet confession,

Now regretting.

What choices have been made?

There is no escape.

 

Fucking rejected,

No admission.

Why did I sell my love?

There is no chance.

 

Deeper.

Let’s see how far the hurt will go.

Deeper.

Don’t stop until I can’t breathe.

 

No more do I desire your fucking touch,

The feeling of your passion.

I refuse to feel your touch.

The change has made me mad.

 

The gates have been closed,

The vermin dispelled.

Never can I let another demon into this castle.

I cannot be so absent-minded.

 

Defenses shoot to the skies,

The gates have been closed.

Never can I let another see into my heart.

Never can I let another in.

The End

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