What power’s in the craft of self-destruction
Debased by something soft as sympathy?
What audacity's in that expression
But begging to be recalled beyond a crumpled chassis;
For redemption that lives through mockery –
A natural disaster is my name
For impotence, a gripping horror;
Inexorably image-perverting, like ashes
Of the ************ ancient in Pompeii –
There are no do-overs for *********
“Don’t make fun of my night out.”
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
What power’s in the craft of self-destruction
Debased by something soft as sympathy?
What audacity's in that expression
But begging to be recalled beyond a crumpled chassis;
For redemption that lives through mockery –
A natural disaster is my name
For impotence, a gripping horror;
Inexorably image-perverting, like ashes
Of the ************ ancient in Pompeii –
There are no do-overs for *********
“Don’t make fun of my night out.”
Loser
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