In this catalogue of pain,
Which page shall we turn to first?
Hyperventilating in my sadness.
Dying of this lonely thirst.
Choking on the audacity,
Suckling on the nipple of hatred,
The immense absurdity,
And being forever tainted.
Dying of a confused heart,
No one wanted to know me,
No one wanted to save me,
Not even my family.
So I leave my dying corpse,
On that immaculate bed,
Forget it, it's gone, it's over,
The source of your pain is dead.
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ReplyDeleteI know this was written on Thursday, so all I will say is, it is of course wonderful, and with your signature style. I hope as always that our precious friendship alleviates some of the pain.
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Wow, I totally forgot I wrote this until just now. Wow... That shit sounds pretty sad, lmao...
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