in the kingdom of wild spirits accompanying the night are faltering phantoms. cheating the hangman with a short stick. pondering its cycles until i get nauseous. passing time my way in order to get somewhere. another version of the underground has left traces of blood at the scene mourned by strangers but not family or friends. how does one confuse a cautionary tale with beautiful unconditional love. labyrinth of sound embraces me. relaying a hideaway in the remaining grain withering demands upon a lovers nest. puzzled circumstance over subjective discord. torn tickets to somewhere ive forgotten maniacs are intent on occupying the bunker. feel a vague uneasiness i dont understand. reducing infinity down to a thumbprint taken beyond recognition with an untimely jerk so turn our back on them as quickly as possible while longing for another reason to do what im going to do anyway. only been chipping at the rocks yet im left with only mere fraction of self-esteem. potentially dangerous in the wrong hands. effortless articulation in inky darkness.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 16:18:22 +0000
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