Saturday, October 15, 2011

Happy 22... I now finally get it.

How does fire fade in one's eyes so quickly? Wrapped around the finger of what master should have never existed. The innocence, the force, the violence, the manipulation, the embarrassment, the control. He is dead, dead to himself, dead to her. What rush did you get from the girls wait? Controlling a life yet lived, when you don't have a grasp of your own. As things are just getting better you lose yourself from love, forcing the feast of her thirsty heart. Your power is gone, the table still sits underground. The desert star has exploded and she is no longer afraid to stray into the land of alone, the most aspiring people I have met were alone. Before the words and the things unsaid, come anger and your lifeless newlywed. Congrats that wasn't long at all, hand me a cigarette, to you the last living breath. Never will your love belong to a bobble head wrapped in sheets. The last you will hear of her is the call of her death, a final excuse to help you decide peace to an end.
Only cowards feel the need to hurt the others around them over and over and over again.

... Love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those that hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you.

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