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The Jungle Cat and his mate, Captain Hectic, tell me I am no longer a player in this game, I have stepped back and I am now... An overseer? A witness?! A referee even? Or just above or beyond it all? Yet still he sits at The Vipers House, Being eaten alive by invisible sharks Of one who has been in the game Far longer than he One who bats her lashes And incites guilt from housewife hospitality.    And all these many, merry men, How They do flock and flutter Like moths to a flame, that is just more darkness ****** in by neon lights and fake bluster.    Roundabout, So here we go again, Sweeping up any evidence of this deal Baggies, pins and needles, a twisted array of steel, Tiny shards of Zero Left out for The Key To clean She will hold her heart So Tight inside now,   She does Lock it till the chains ****** her skin This screaming pain, The vicious words    just too much For one dissociative to bear. Can't feel the brutality Of the words, Like knives, one upon another Straight into her heart,    No she can't feel it, won't feel it, Just turns her head away,    Switches her heart to off... She won't be hurt anymore....
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Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
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The Jungle Cat and his mate, Captain Hectic, tell me I am no longer a player in this game, I have stepped back and I am now... An overseer? A witness?! A referee even? Or just above or beyond it all? Yet still he sits at The Vipers House, Being eaten alive by invisible sharks Of one who has been in the game Far longer than he One who bats her lashes And incites guilt from housewife hospitality.    And all these many, merry men, How They do flock and flutter Like moths to a flame, that is just more darkness ****** in by neon lights and fake bluster.    Roundabout, So here we go again, Sweeping up any evidence of this deal Baggies, pins and needles, a twisted array of steel, Tiny shards of Zero Left out for The Key To clean She will hold her heart So Tight inside now,   She does Lock it till the chains ****** her skin This screaming pain, The vicious words    just too much For one dissociative to bear. Can't feel the brutality Of the words, Like knives, one upon another Straight into her heart,    No she can't feel it, won't feel it, Just turns her head away,    Switches her heart to off... She won't be hurt anymore....
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the-key
Australian
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
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