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128 · Oct 2017
Our insanities and beliefs.
Niklaus Oct 2017
Nothing but destructive change
Hitting her hard, I was in range
For me, it was a lovely image
Bloodshed, bruises were made
She winced, holding her thighs
leaving the pain all behind,
Her face of sunken ache reminds
All of the alchemy she had done to me,
Oh boy,
She says the death does not terrify her
but time was, it was a lonely whisper.
Understanding the truth but writing down the lies
Folie a deux—The magic you used,
to create the madness of two
you were right,
I am the Frankenstein.
But drinking the same infected blood
creates a stronger bond?
Look what we have done?
We are better than the sad fools in flames
The world is, in fact, a place for sadness
That is why the joy's in important on our mattress
Longing for ******* and gasps
In darkness,
I'm the panic surrounding you
But, dear, trust the fear and madness, it's new
New to the world who likes old
Old like the glittering stars but already dead once told
The life beyond the door's beautiful
For those who wanted to die like a fool
Do you think what they do is cool?
Believe me, They're lesser than a whole.
A bunch of hypocrites.
My darling,
What's the catch?
They will never last,
But so are you, never special—
Never you were,
But we have everything here
We will make it—
Only the two of us.
A poem about unhealthy relationships. A respond to Savannah Brown's Madness of Two.

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