

For one moment?Missed appointments, for one moment. Probably not worth what I gave up.For one moment?
Drunken screenings, I cant quite recall, but it was beautiful, none the less. Many men, that mean nothing, they can mean something, when your all alone. They may look, they, even may
touch, but they'll never find another, mind like mine.
I have to sign in annomonously, because I know you would have nothing to respect, I mean if it came from me, thats all.
Because I am nothing, to you. No talent. Infact, disgusting, worth nothing, but a life in,
solitary.


Mary"Do not be afraid to take Mary home"Mary
sais the Angel of the Lord. Can't you see she's frightened, shes been probed and delved. Mistreated and abused while you were busy talking to your, heavenly father.
You missed a thing or two, when you left me, to find yourself. You missed these people maul me. Bruises, cuts from those lashing out. I though of you and how
you told me you would come save me,
be there if I ever really needed you, guess you missed,
the suffering in my voice, as you were deafened by some man, who claims he made the world. How
can he hold o


AmbivalenceThese frequent meetings, words that scorn and looks that kill. With, lovers caresses, agonizing kisses and ego boostingAmbivalence
through failing self
discipline.
Whispered lyrics, a hand on a heart. Then
crushing, and tearing, through to the soul.
Chemicals in the brain, just the laws of, biology.
A drug-induced rainbow, black, purple and blue. Dig, after dig, in stilleto leather boots.
Reflex actions, a knee jerk reaction.
Failures in succession, one after the other. Causing pain, accidental. With all


BathosThe new prison, down where the church used to be, where there was once talk of hope, conviction Now all you hear is stale screams, of all lost faith within. Tragedy, eden, tranquility; struggle behindBathos
lumps of rusting metal. Phenomenal, the noise. The deafening agony, to be free.
So I kneel alone, on the dirty street, pleeding the worlds innocence, carrying everyones guilt. Spits and howels, devastated ruin. I screech in tounges, to a man,
to busy to listen. Freeze on the inside as my skin
blisters with burns. Burns are your lies,
and malicious scre
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