i
imagine the most devastating
sound
would be
of
weeping butterflies
declined
with no reply
as to
exactly why
madness
cant be defined
or
described;
i
imagine the most devastating
sight
would be
of
a sleeping sunrise
acting surprised
when asked
to provide
the correct
weather and time;
i
imagine the most devastating
delight
would be
of
deeply
dearly
dreaming
prisms of ice
melting flutes
of imprisoned wine
serenading
blue balloons
to lullabies
soothing the stars
asleep in the nite
silencing dreams
with wicked red ties
that wrap around
choking the sky
a tender hug
by
death's cancer
benign
spiraling down
just to feel the rise
adoring the reason
without any rhyme
what's to worry
if the 2 don't combine
'no meaning'
means
nothing to find
and failed abortions
cant hide
but hell has a funny way
of drawing fine lines
even the truth crosses over
just 2 say hi
so wave
we've all gone mad
and god's
being bribed
allowing
hope and deceit to decide
the only decline
not inclined
and still
watch it climb
forever lured
and imbibed
dizzy
repeating rings
stuck on rewind
a paused stop
an escape so divine
a perfectly designed
reprieve
in
yellow skin tight
ribbon tailed kites
so desperate to fly
the desire
dying to fly
while
feelings blow
thru the wings
that bite
the breeze
merely begging
to breathe, fight
or flight
a chance to freeze
a way to glide
thru yet another
hustle and grind
burying it
all inside
with the need to know
'why'
the world is so cruel
when it's easier to be nice
nothing's who we are
please believe that hype
you monsters are people
sadly, i know the type;
i
imagine the most devastating
touch
would be
of you swallowing
to speak
another
tedious goodbye
leaving me
hypnotized
paralyzed
by your face
that i
have memorized
victimized
by
you
and 'i spy'
with those
same exact eyes
that ive come
to despise
despite
them
really being
mine
compromised
by
my own mind
chastised
betrayed
by
my own demise
defied
by
my own disguise
baptized
by
my own demoralized
tongue twisting
binds
more knots
to unwind
every word
is unkind
promised
but left unsigned
every thought
confined
every memory used
as a device
to exploit
and remind
cursed
by
my own
dime-store
advice
a colt 45
and a 9
bcuz russian roulette's
not a very good surprise
so i
will not breach
nor will i
ever deny
my own alibi
cant get rid of me
i resigned
the moment
i arrived
and
just out of spite
i did it not once
but twice
i
imagine the most devastating
cry
would be
of my heart beating
yet
another weary
tired sigh
sugar and spice
and everything
nice
the dullest
of all knives
and another
useless try
while
bloody drops drip
dry.
and no price
is too
high
i'll find my
way
one day i'll
own my all my everything
robbing my own eyes
blind
of all cost
so it's nothing to buy
it's simply murder
by
killing another
mental suicide
but that's just me
words i
live by
my
one truth being
my
one real lie
being my
one and only sign;
so i
cant think
and i
don't feel a thing;
so when do i
cry;
i
imagine the most devastating
light
would be
of a star clearly
too white
too high
and too bright
to ever truly believe
it could
actually guide
as it
reaches forward
then reaches
behind
just to
shine
rite before it
finally
decides
to not even try
rite here
rite now
rite nearby
it
collides
choosing to
simply
give up
and just
die;
so please believe
i need
all eyes
on me
and
opened wide;
watch as i
divide
the meaning
of life
by all that it's
derived;
so, now,
how
can i
survive
'living'
if ive
already been
deprived
never truly
being
alive;

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