It is not to think, as much as to shape this process i have made of silence.

Hush now.

It can never be okay, and the illusion is in your need to relate, because you correlated once, but it will never be the same.

It is chasing dragons for the same fate that you strayed from.

Its rubber bands, and band-aids for the game.

Check mate.

Check your mates for tics.

It is whats inside that itches for escape.

It is the day to day lies displayed from your hate.

Its whatever the ******* place your mind in.

Be this way, go that way, get out of the way, just stay ..

Right there

In yesterday, but i am late, and dreaming of the place i belong.

If seeing is believing than it shouldn't be too long.

Visualizing the realizing of what wouldn't have gone over so well, before the crash that befell my Orwellian signal from a well, wished for a hell dismissed in simple mindedness.

I am still unsure if it is a death wish, or a romantic kiss in the darkness, i inflict, as its burnt out of moonlit dominance in a prominence that smashed on the hull of my ship, full of not giving a ****, as the light shifts around my presence.

My open hand is out but the other grips the severance package, of the stacking junk mail.

Dispel the formal, and embrace your former self, in unblinded wealth, accepting what you always felt, for the first time.

It is all ******* gone, and its mine.

All mine.

Standing on the corpses of my kind, i cry..

In happiness.

Its nothing.

I am one of many.

Gone.

Bite size thoughts, cut from the cloth i use for warmth.

Tossed from turrets of my tattered form, pooling for a storm of will, upon the dull winds winding down to a crawl in distilled feelings felt in a movie once.

I touch the pixelation, running my fingers along the edges, until something catches, i will muster what is fathomed in an artist mocking an artist, inspired by a great mind we murdered once.

My desires are expiring in overdoses, where mastery approaches but heaves mystery and magic until gone.

I will just leave, and move on to the next one, in fun-less filtering for the core of every value, incrementing my attributes, and I'm gone.

Another zero, another one, another catastrophe, another song, that ill ignore.

I hear you whimpering, and its adorable.

I went from liking things to just clicking like on things.

I merged my reality to my online identity, but something was lost, not just in the translation, but inside of me.

Technology.

I banged her with a curling iron before kicking her into the tub.

She wobbled, writhed, and knocked out the lights, as i chopped and snorted her drugs.

Date night.

**** my ****
Tell me ****
To affirm my balance
Scrape your talons
Down my back
And act
Like you give a ****
It wont matter anyway

Gripping her thighs
I slammed her into the wall
Her jaw locked open
Her lips pull for more
As i lift her up the wall
My teeth just above her bra
The flow warm
As it trickles to our awe
I took her
But didn't put her back

Predisposed
With which ring
To kiss
She limps
To her office
And sits
Watching the clock
Tic until toc
And shes off work
With a silly little smirk
She talks
On her phone
As shes walking
Home
So alone
So alone
Until now