is it really that cold in there ?
that empty?
and sad? all those rooms
that cant be opened
insensitivity is almost fashionable
current state of affairs seems trite
a long walk lets take maybe what we need is not to be here
maybe we never needed this why am i so
cold now
its seems like  2 decades winter
and i can tell by the looks on their faces what i am
the creature living in a world without mirrors could see
angels so dear lay beside me
tattered and torn up wings if only they could carry me and accept me
up there in that marvelous place where they all see
why cant i see>?
incredibly articulate designs crystallized and tiny are falling on me
this place
home
the doors seem to turn on me its cold down here
its hard to speak and think and accept it
you know... happiness
why cant i be happy ?
why do the chemicals to happy flow slowly? and not at all
im tired
curling into fetal
the cold was lethal
a hand
perhaps from god
kept me warm...

and i awoke

Surreptitious movements under luminescent lights
the click clack of heels prowling on the plagued thought process of a miser
emptying out the hollowness onto a nightstand table
the leather casing holding voids
4 words escaping subtle
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the vague seem increasingly secretive tension from miles away
a leech seems to drain on the ego
plump with the livelihood of his
the stomach turning emotions that suppress the words
turning point when the windows used to open
and the building had an escape plan seemingly simple
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extirpate the facet of revelry
all the while maintaining your decomposure in an enticing shape
appealing to the eye
such as the fruit given to man
a perfectly constructed and terribly delicious bite at its brink
conclusion of failure all encompassing
bitten fruit soured, fermented, and rusted brown
turn the heads that seem to care
 naive are you to what they wear ?
the masks that linger around your bedroom seem to stare
wheres is your cloth stained red?
from your bodies that cra..shhhhh ed
filthy cloth
rancid perforation so vile
and yet you wear your pride and honor still>/??
your seemingly flickering halo on your appendages
the room that burns inside me and that torments me
the actions of the past are a mirror reflecting your face and
the creature
disgust and utter discontent burning tension
those yearnings of the past have lead him to demise
a soldier sitting caressing his wound
perhaps i should have severed my arm.

dripping water sipping
 glances to the left
 glances to the right
 12 0clock was all shewrote
dead ahead and set  the timer
immolation in a fire
scantily clad in your sundays best
no one new youve seen  the rest
fuck