Feeling Unforgotten You don’t know, my sober self, You don’t know how sad you are. You pretend you’re not alone, When your only love is far. Too much thinking, too much doin’ Decorating my young ruin, Worshipping a fate untrue, Painting pink what life made blue... Oh, dear self, you’ll sneer at me, Clarity’s state will not last long: Morrow come, these words turn silly, Yet tonight you hear their song... Drown me quick, erase my art, I’m your last weak human part, Oh, you mustn’t let me weep, Your last true self bury deep! Dying me, you’ve lost your place, Crawl back to your realm of fays, Go inhabit children’s stories, Creep no more upon my plays! Act, my dear, act strong and certain, While I bear the fallen curtain. I am where all of your spleen is While at them you flaunt your penis... Feed the world your basest seed, For it wants your empty roars; Let your sickly beauty die Feebly begging at her doors. Too much drinking; too much blue in Such a young romantic ruin... Let me die the day untrue When I say I don’t love you.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 05:36:59 +0000
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