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Sunday, June 10, 2012
the alchemist
this lingering ghost of a sentiment is going to be the death of me. i'm a peon to circumstance and chance and they'll have their way. leading my hand into the gallows, i stand tall and proud of something that i built and helped set down. because you and i were just a faded memory sketched on the moon with initials dictating the love that would clear so soon. we're the tides of the rise inside an imploding heart begging for mercy. stuck in a bubble of a world that's not so kind. we're all going to die starting with me. let me be a martyr instead of a victim and lets rebel against conformity. they said that we're free once we've lost it all but they haven't realized that once alone you're left with your thoughts. they're vicious and corroding and poisonous to the touch. i'm the only thing that stands in my way and i'm winning today. does that make winning losing or does it even matter anyway? nothing is ever tangible or important because it's a matter timing in the end. we're all puzzle pieces being forced and molded like we're clay. we're the shadows of the concrete of a drifting ambulance speeding through the highway. we're the angels with the bitter lips blowing kisses in the rain. every lover is just a season to be left away because we all change and our future is never bright ahead. i got a love like a stove fixed on my headstone forever and ever, or at least until i grow old. and she fell apart to the mystery of love and being in love and all that's in between. because lovers are made passion and lust, and the sex that leaves these cabaret dorms the shitters of the ivy leagues. we were built on bedsheets and roses. we were the alchemist's dream. we were the gold in the lead and the stone that fixed the missing link. tonight we die alive like we always have. because every day's another story and that's why i never sleep at night. let's not let time pass and keep me in mind for years to come by. i don't make any sense because i'm losing my mind. but nothing really matter because i'm really just ending my life.
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the first sentence really says it all. and all i can say is, I KNOW.
ReplyDeleteyour heartache is palpable, your writing heavy and full of hurt so much that I can feel it, and you remind me so much of myself sometimes it's terrifying.