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Here I arrive, dressed in all black Appearing to this cordial event Nothing to gain from this experience Only a re-visitation Greeted by the master of service: A fellow who looked vaguely like me Introducing me to the partygoers: The very things I tried to escape from my entire life Lust, adorned in a tight red dress and heels Tempting me with the fire of our past flings I manage to control my quake Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had Regret, casual and comical Drunk and cracking jokes with everyone Trying to reconcile for the grief he caused I remembered the times we shouldn’t have had Depression, huddled in a corner Appearing to be a beaten, scarred child Staring directly into my soul with pitch black eyes Making me remember the times we shouldn’t have had Heartbreak, a tall, long-legged mistress Scoffing at the sight of me Sending a slight chill up my spine Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had As I begin to leave, I’m confronted All standing in front of me Finding myself under fire A bullet from each. Dying in the times I could’ve had.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
An Invitation to Die
Here I arrive, dressed in all black Appearing to this cordial event Nothing to gain from this experience Only a re-visitation Greeted by the master of service: A fellow who looked vaguely like me Introducing me to the partygoers: The very things I tried to escape from my entire life Lust, adorned in a tight red dress and heels Tempting me with the fire of our past flings I manage to control my quake Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had Regret, casual and comical Drunk and cracking jokes with everyone Trying to reconcile for the grief he caused I remembered the times we shouldn’t have had Depression, huddled in a corner Appearing to be a beaten, scarred child Staring directly into my soul with pitch black eyes Making me remember the times we shouldn’t have had Heartbreak, a tall, long-legged mistress Scoffing at the sight of me Sending a slight chill up my spine Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had As I begin to leave, I’m confronted All standing in front of me Finding myself under fire A bullet from each. Dying in the times I could’ve had.
written 12/14/12
#heartbreak#depression#regret#die#lust#to#an#invitation
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
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