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From across the room i watched with gloom in hand Trembling of the soon to be lost temper of my severed tranquilities, swiveling on my spleen Fueling the surrendering of my dreams for one squeeze to lead them all Fear only stalled in my cause for alarm No harm shall come before the storm No spawn of thought beyond the forlorn Here to see See nothing Nothing to see See something Something amiss Amiss of the somethings Some things are best Best left unsaid And unsaid is where they burned Turned out Out turned Turned doubt Doubt turned Confidence Confidence with delicately sculpted prominence over loose targets Scurrying like varmints Not to tarnish the cries for help 6 flashes for silence, and a taste of hell By demon be driven, as we all sell when pressed against hell with the means to end it all Let the chips fall where they may, as in jail i can prey on bigger things, and emerge a king Solitary confinement will refine my shrine to stardom But the martyrdom of ***** is quickly forgotten Spoiled rotten in self indulgence Emboldened in molten rage The pages folded before fading away In cindered fairies playing with my pain Falling As Jagged glass from window panes Empty walls Walling in the wisdom Wisdom calls Calls for blood Blood from all I merely heed the call and fall fashionably Rationally broken in the cities hold on me, in claustrophobic scolding for my holdings in heavenly weapons pointing to the cure I expect nothing but the allure of spatter, patterned out to the tune of my doubts, coagulated in lieu of the claps, looping through the traps of no take backs, and collapsing to my synapses crackling in the rain. Smash my brain, in suicide by cop, I jump atop the bridges that i burned I turn the other cheek Just to wink at the weak Before i leap And never learned
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
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From across the room i watched with gloom in hand Trembling of the soon to be lost temper of my severed tranquilities, swiveling on my spleen Fueling the surrendering of my dreams for one squeeze to lead them all Fear only stalled in my cause for alarm No harm shall come before the storm No spawn of thought beyond the forlorn Here to see See nothing Nothing to see See something Something amiss Amiss of the somethings Some things are best Best left unsaid And unsaid is where they burned Turned out Out turned Turned doubt Doubt turned Confidence Confidence with delicately sculpted prominence over loose targets Scurrying like varmints Not to tarnish the cries for help 6 flashes for silence, and a taste of hell By demon be driven, as we all sell when pressed against hell with the means to end it all Let the chips fall where they may, as in jail i can prey on bigger things, and emerge a king Solitary confinement will refine my shrine to stardom But the martyrdom of ***** is quickly forgotten Spoiled rotten in self indulgence Emboldened in molten rage The pages folded before fading away In cindered fairies playing with my pain Falling As Jagged glass from window panes Empty walls Walling in the wisdom Wisdom calls Calls for blood Blood from all I merely heed the call and fall fashionably Rationally broken in the cities hold on me, in claustrophobic scolding for my holdings in heavenly weapons pointing to the cure I expect nothing but the allure of spatter, patterned out to the tune of my doubts, coagulated in lieu of the claps, looping through the traps of no take backs, and collapsing to my synapses crackling in the rain. Smash my brain, in suicide by cop, I jump atop the bridges that i burned I turn the other cheek Just to wink at the weak Before i leap And never learned
Mikhael
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Mikhael
American
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
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