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[one] love is: a recipe without quantities, the pages all torn out and set back at random here you are, take it, put the pieces back together with no frame of reference no identifying features each part has innumerable intricate delicate machinery that you will break, clumsily. because you have no idea how to use it and if you break it you can neverever put it together right. it will always be half unfinished a line with the ending word - minused cut dropped forgotten or misused lied to and abused abandoned or pursued [two] this betrayed feeling can't begin to cover the dismay when reeling from a bitter lover in disarray fleeing from a sinful tether bells gently pealing to mourn a death letter unencumbered kneeling before a cement header diving, graceless, screaming descent forever praying without hope to a remorseless deity something like asking a black hole for salvation like looking into the mirror and seeing the Void staring out at you with those self-loathing eyes and knowing why you let that Beast reside cupping in your hands the black foam that runneth over glass teeth disintegrating in a holocaust skull chewing up love like the last morsel of gristle drunken tales told to bewitch the last symbol but you're not bold enough to release the animal so it rages inside terrified alive cage-eyed wild the treaty for your freedom is in your peaceful kingdom find it and flee from all the things you've become sit down to rest your weary in the warmer season but the fear will always find you when the bravery has lost its reason
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Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
severed&&soiled
[one] love is: a recipe without quantities, the pages all torn out and set back at random here you are, take it, put the pieces back together with no frame of reference no identifying features each part has innumerable intricate delicate machinery that you will break, clumsily. because you have no idea how to use it and if you break it you can neverever put it together right. it will always be half unfinished a line with the ending word - minused cut dropped forgotten or misused lied to and abused abandoned or pursued [two] this betrayed feeling can't begin to cover the dismay when reeling from a bitter lover in disarray fleeing from a sinful tether bells gently pealing to mourn a death letter unencumbered kneeling before a cement header diving, graceless, screaming descent forever praying without hope to a remorseless deity something like asking a black hole for salvation like looking into the mirror and seeing the Void staring out at you with those self-loathing eyes and knowing why you let that Beast reside cupping in your hands the black foam that runneth over glass teeth disintegrating in a holocaust skull chewing up love like the last morsel of gristle drunken tales told to bewitch the last symbol but you're not bold enough to release the animal so it rages inside terrified alive cage-eyed wild the treaty for your freedom is in your peaceful kingdom find it and flee from all the things you've become sit down to rest your weary in the warmer season but the fear will always find you when the bravery has lost its reason
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vermin
American
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
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