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Bad habits smolder in a voiceless container the gelatinous remains of a sheep strung to water everything that was consists now of something shaped by the former an adolescent suppressor A mold held in retrospect a shape that shifts into complete order the past looked bright for him voicing restraint pairing with dignity but a classless disorder would break his ties with reality Carefree and buried beneath his soul was flying though digging was the actual term he sought to reach further down where roots begin to discourage one another But lies carry the same familiarity underground as they do above the sound of the worms getting their fill beneath the lid of this silent container this training post for all the last embers all the final few words spoken but never in a whisper because they must be heard in order to suffer Desperate words chosen to decompose what little remained of the future the slight touch of a tender slime encompassing the whole of these cold dark barriers I touch what my breath will not swallow and eat what my stomach cannot digest |
sad, of course, a time we don't like to think about or talk about...but,.....sorry, distracted review. we are arguing right now on msn...*rolls eyes* i hate fighting with you, its the worst. ok, well this is a brilliant piece, as usual. dont know why noone has touched it yet, it's been here overnight...humph. ah well, gotta go back and talk to you now. :( I miss you. I love you. You are beautiful. XOxoXO, me | Posted on 2008-03-04 00:00:00 | by angelfyre | [ Reply to This ] | |