I don't want to sit.
I don't want to stand.
Comfort is a fallacy, a whim,
A luxury for those who can afford:
Straightened thoughts
Wellness of being
An amputation of this black sucking nothing.
My eyes play tricks on me
Make believe falling
Illusion of reality.
If there is no reality, there is no happiness.
Lie, promise, threaten, promise, threaten, lie, lie, promise, lie, promise, threaten, threaten, threaten, promise, lie, rip.
It's all the same.
I sit vacant, empty, rocking 'House for Sale'...removed but oh so very here.
If there is reality, there is no happiness.
Love.
Love.
'Love?!' she laughs, sneers, plays for time, refuses, uses, ultimately bruises.
There is no reality. There is no happiness.
I feel their presence in the corners.
They stick.
Lie, threaten, promise, accuse, promise, threaten, promise, threaten, tear, accuse, accuse, accuse.
Consideration is too much to ask for.
Promise, threaten, lie, accuse, discard, threaten, lie, lie, accuse, promise, promise, shatter, discard, accuse, discard, lie, threaten, promise, discard...start again.
Failure is all my fault.
I stand, I stretch, offer, hope, cajole, beg, give, give, give, give...am left standing.
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Wolfareen
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2007-09-22 22:34:56] (Date/Time posted on
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