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I'm a steamroller on a highway, Unstoppable, and gripped by craze. 'Get out of my way! I'm coming through!' My vision's blurred, I'm trapped in a haze. I swerve to the left, then swerve to the right. Through the windshield, I see the moonlight; Bright and shining; shining, bright, Everything is coherent in that bright light. The bang shocks the ride, and the glass shatters; It's that rare moment of clarity... *The weeping bark is my destiny, And I swerve again to meet the tree.* I've broken through my shell, And I stand exposed. So this is how the levee breaks... I can hear the river barging as it explodes. My crystal barricade has been breached. There's no escape, there's no defense. The night's conspiracy is in fruitition. And I rest my case, cease pretense. The moonlight was a gentle kiss, On this night, it wasn't alone... You were the target I was destined to miss; I'd lost the mortgage for my time loan. -- My number was up, I was your slave Funny how that worked out On saving you, My core reactor burned out. The little boy in the moonlight Was the reason for my demise. *Were you my personal demon? Or my salvation, my prize?* -- You devoured me, I worshipped you. Then up you got, and there you left. Guess you were my demon then... You abandoned me, bereft.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
The Little Demon
I'm a steamroller on a highway, Unstoppable, and gripped by craze. 'Get out of my way! I'm coming through!' My vision's blurred, I'm trapped in a haze. I swerve to the left, then swerve to the right. Through the windshield, I see the moonlight; Bright and shining; shining, bright, Everything is coherent in that bright light. The bang shocks the ride, and the glass shatters; It's that rare moment of clarity... *The weeping bark is my destiny, And I swerve again to meet the tree.* I've broken through my shell, And I stand exposed. So this is how the levee breaks... I can hear the river barging as it explodes. My crystal barricade has been breached. There's no escape, there's no defense. The night's conspiracy is in fruitition. And I rest my case, cease pretense. The moonlight was a gentle kiss, On this night, it wasn't alone... You were the target I was destined to miss; I'd lost the mortgage for my time loan. -- My number was up, I was your slave Funny how that worked out On saving you, My core reactor burned out. The little boy in the moonlight Was the reason for my demise. *Were you my personal demon? Or my salvation, my prize?* -- You devoured me, I worshipped you. Then up you got, and there you left. Guess you were my demon then... You abandoned me, bereft.
#love#heartbreak#demon#heartache#tragedy#demise#moonlight#thelookingglass
shruti-atri
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
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