My insanity,
aging into infectious distinction
like a delicate wine.
A product of the fermenting
bacteria-feeding paranoia,
that flourishes amongst
the glucose-coated lies I consume.
A spoonful of sugar
may help the medicine go down, my dear,
but no amount can disguise
your internal degredation.
My decaying will and
blank resolutions left sprawled across the floor
are all that's left to remind me
of my progression
into your consciousness.
Just enough
to cloud the windows, on occasion,
but quickly disregarded
by the mastery
of suppressed desire.
To bewitch,
make me chase the forming shadows...
I am confronted
by the bitterness of winter,
and the presence of only half a heart.















Comments
I love your wording. Very descriptive and brings the mundane loneliness of living in a cloistered little winter-bound town into the poetic realm. You make it beautiful. ^^
I like this line. I think I've definitely felt it before.. *nods* Yep. Last year.
"I am confronted
by the bitterness of winter
and the presence of only half a heart"
Get outta my head, girl! XP
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If you are what you eat... I could be you by morning.
My evil clubs - how I love them
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If you are what you eat... I could be you by morning.
My evil clubs - how I love them
~wlf ~impure-souls ~cotd ~Alice-fanclub
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