20 Nov 2011

Post-Incredible

Incredible as it may seem
Strings grow, wrap arms around my neck
Following aspiring orgasms,
Rising like waves in a placid sea
Belching expletive doctrines of lust
Falling, breaking into fathomless specks
Of forgotten longing
Of forsaken lovers
Of forbidden losses.
Murder. Morality makes mothers monsters.
Surrender. Surreal surpasses subliminal.
Dictate. Dispatch dichotomy dreamless.
Watch over the shackles that entwine
A life bound into submission
Expectations expect me to render results
Forlorn and dying
Emitting glory
In the carnival of loneliness.

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