zenzizenzizenic

Your page sir : my liege : is in contrarily most vexed, pressed rice for dressed blessings tests some next flex messing wrecks, battling sexes : sick exes : I am lost in your vortex: your cortex : your core text : every word a stalking whore fest, every perplexing angle is a hex manifested in correct: missed context : contentious : content is us : content us : is dichotomous. Failed bullets bubbling from holes out your neck. Distressed.  Eject. EJECT-EJECT! All consuming depths, tumbling decks like a house of cards bleeding broken into a cascade of open surgery hearts.

You forget me with a capital M, when you should be leaving the rest of them…

Crestfallen, remembering caresses undressing innocent skin, my I you digest : die in jest : like I’m under arrest : staring at naked spirits within. You read me my rights yet I stay on your left, melting, bereft of heart strings, you mark my words as you follow through, debating. Serenades, stilling. I’m whispering, inside my soul to keep me, believing, I’m every thing I want to be, I’ll progress my achieving, I refuse to be something, that I’m simply not breathing, you can’t mould me, into a being you conceive by stealing false teachings. Son of a… preaching man, your nature’s deceiving, a soliloquy delineating memories denied as untrue, cookied fortune crumbles into mumbling prince of thieves I’d die for you.

Set free from delivering a future I thought was me and…

You protect me, Lord only knows why. All your voices are blind, fumbling in the dark with nothing to find. I was right here, the whole time. Sway me. Language of courting and courtesy. I gave you mercy. Fierce kisses. Curtseys. Were you worthy? Lamenting love, chalice of fallacy challenges your alleged tragedies: I’m not dumb. A means to an end devoted to incentive led outcomes, sensitive as molten lead then molesting originals…

Suggestive subliminals, my heavenly is…

Holding me at arm’s length, disclosing close proximities, you’re limited, brimming with disingenuities. Am I making sense? You. A malicious genius emanating incongruities, desperate disparity despairs my discontinuity, a spare part, this par pares a con par laying I was the only one, I guess shallow clarity is better than none, the less, I dismantle your obscurities and wish you be gone. Propelling security selling insecurities all along, your pretending maturity, false sense of purity, locking on to a point blank canvas first…

Scurge of the earth fussing for second desserts…

It hurts.  A lot is too little: a brittle fate is too much to take.  Sedated. I wake.  Ninety nine days too late: a plaster on your wound switching back to hate: too stubborn to wait, choosing imperfections, an empty crate filled with bottles overflowing space. Stitching heavens, losing direction, my affection disaffected, mingle and mangle into a painted face unredeemed.

… and in a dream nothing in words is anything it seems…

You : my : side : now : said Adam to Eve. I want you : beyond the biblical : Made her Lucifer leave. Reckless : fair : weathered. Her she being deceived : a tale as old as time muttered the beast. Playing baitly : daily : slaying maybe. Troubled : paradise : bereaved. Paired dice scattering treble tongues swiftly deceased. Killed him sweetly : clipped : wings : ceased, to flutter beneath : wind sings stinging : billowing willows demeaned : cyclical tail feathers : sick little tale pedlars : ruffled fables released…

I’m on : a see : saw
if you : feel me
believe

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