half past midnight
your face becomes my hell.
personal or otherwise,
hell nonetheless.
the beast with two backs rears
its ugly sillouhette
from the depth of my imagination.
an encounter I never
encountered.
but played back on my brainwaves
radio request of the unappealing
monster you've become.
my overrun mind needs
a walk.
it's metaphorical legs afire.
you patronize me with
empty words
relieving me of nothing but
the notion
that good men exist.
I emasculate you
with my sharp tongued replies.
abuse on demand,
for you taught me well.
long past midnight
your lies become my hell.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 1:25 AM UTC
half past midnight
your face becomes my hell.
personal or otherwise,
hell nonetheless.
the beast with two backs rears
its ugly sillouhette
from the depth of my imagination.
an encounter I never
encountered.
but played back on my brainwaves
radio request of the unappealing
monster you've become.
my overrun mind needs
a walk.
it's metaphorical legs afire.
you patronize me with
empty words
relieving me of nothing but
the notion
that good men exist.
I emasculate you
with my sharp tongued replies.
abuse on demand,
for you taught me well.
long past midnight
your lies become my hell.
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