In my blood the truest of enemies bathe.
In my vehemence he is sustained.
He gave me his mind so that I would hate him.
I see his shadow from the corner of my eye.
Cast on the hallways of my conviction.
Whispers and ideas I thought were my own.
Veracity blends with fiction to explain the contradictions.
His complacent greed and cowardice revealed in my actions.
Flattered ego, relinquished resistance.
Creating in me intolerance and cruelty to guaranty his existence.
In a state of blissful confusion,
A system of wishful delusion.
So that my slavery grows with each passing illusion.
| i agree... the lines didn't feel choppy to me... your word usage really works for this piece and the thought was a neat inspiration.|
|| Posted on 2004-05-15 00:00:00 | by Dandan | [ Reply to This ] || I really liked this one, unlike zack tho I did't think it felt choppy at all, your words wrapped around the feelings and just shoved them at me, and altogether new experience. Keep it up!||| Posted on 2004-05-15 00:00:00 | by Phall | [ Reply to This ] |