you gave me a neglected book
and I mistook it for love.
i tried to find hidden meanings
lurking between the spaces.
i waited for it to pop out from the pages
to hit me in the head
with all it's
senseless rage,
attempting to
command me into belief
with the words you couldn't find on your own.
but alas,
the words never arose,
so,
i massacred
i pillaged
i maimed
and threatened
your book from
front to back
i interrogated under the blinding light
in a cold room
without food or water
and it gave up its
muted fight.
and spoke of page 47
and the weightless paper cup
who
rode the back of
the western wind.
.......
and I recounted my findings to you
and what had lurked on page 47,
but you had confessed to
have never read the book before.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
you gave me a neglected book
and I mistook it for love.
i tried to find hidden meanings
lurking between the spaces.
i waited for it to pop out from the pages
to hit me in the head
with all it's
senseless rage,
attempting to
command me into belief
with the words you couldn't find on your own.
but alas,
the words never arose,
so,
i massacred
i pillaged
i maimed
and threatened
your book from
front to back
i interrogated under the blinding light
in a cold room
without food or water
and it gave up its
muted fight.
and spoke of page 47
and the weightless paper cup
who
rode the back of
the western wind.
.......
and I recounted my findings to you
and what had lurked on page 47,
but you had confessed to
have never read the book before.
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