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Bundoo Aug 2010
Watching...suppressed...
Words bring no sweet relief...
Hoping without hope...
A teardrop for our wreath...
Thought formed scars...
Self destruction supplied...
Scorned by a memory...
Ensconced in this lie...
Bundoo Aug 2010
You
Confuse me
With all these signals and shorthand
'wuu2?'

Me
In my ignorance
I can't tell you what I want to say
'143'

Then silence
Until that cursed beep startles me
I've been waiting for it
But I'm not sure now that I want it

'r u ok?'
A choking in my throat
Dare I answer?

'143'
'143'
'143'

Dial Tone.
Bundoo Aug 2010
Silence in sleep eternal
Frozen feeling...heart and mind
Blissful corruption...a state of being
A shattered tryst you find
Bundoo Aug 2010
crippled, seething, painted black,
take it all, give nothing back,
hide the hurt to save your face,
bleed the shadows, save your grace...

until the end, then we give in,
empty, scarred, our hollow skin,
broken memories, half-whispered cries,
torn up hearts and darkened skies...
Bundoo Aug 2010
Embittered sweetness
The last repose
An agony of knowledge
Waiting to explode
Shivering anticipation
A finger trailed down the crease
It never disappoints
But brings me to my knees
Bundoo Aug 2010
I have a message for you...

Every time my gaze falls upon my reflection in the mirror...in the glass...it's your face I see staring back...your eyes...that meet mine...

No matter how much time passes, I still can't get away...these are the thoughts that fill my head...fade...come back to the fore...

So...you're the lucky one...you are the one who gets to forget.
and I hope you're satisfied...
Bundoo Aug 2010
sleight of hand
this twist of fate
corrupt yourself
with seething hate

poisoned heartbeats
laced with love
a blackened scar
no soaring dove

for in the end, it's over
yet we do it to ourselves
to break away from loneliness
our broken, hollow, shells...
Bundoo Aug 2010
Cornered, afraid
Just a moment will change
EVERYTHING you thought
was real
And the memories will wither
But the scars will bleed
Take away your solace
And cater to your greed
Bundoo Aug 2010
Your Words
They truly do inspire
What little is left inside to be inspired
Never shout, lest the words become hollow
Never whisper, lest the words become drained
Speak as you do
Write with your fire
And be assured, the emotion never fades...

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