Such a fickle thing as destiny

 Such Fickle 

Things as Destiny.

+++++++++++++

What's the matter

Dear heart?...

Have the walls bled 

out?

Are you...

Running out of 

symbols?

Last night I fed

My 

Tears to wolves of

Prey

Who forgot the taste

Of love.

(and puked their 

Bestial

Souls upon The Floor

Of

Yesterday.)

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The clock is such 

A

Menace.

(It used to be 

My 

Friend.)

Every hour is 

A

Threat to Me now.

(which taunts me 

with

The End.)

+

What's the matter 

Dear Hate?

Do your eyes no 

Longer 

Bleed for me?

Feast your feeble

Mind

Upon the Hell I shall

Create!

Without one shred 

Of

Belief.

(in such fickle 

Things

As destiny.)

J.stephen.h

The bullseye ends with ME.

 Hope can be a dangerous

Thing

To feed starving souls for

Breakfast;

Especially when seasoned 

with

The Salt of Irony, and left on

A

Burner of Dark Thoughts for too Long.

Would you offer a Shadow 

mere

Pieces of itself?

(don't tell me Love is wrong.)

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Follow me my sweet ...

Beyond

The Simple 

Bounds

of

Lusts Bullet- trajectory.

You've certainly hit your 

Mark

This Time.

(but the bullseye ends with 

Me)

to.be continued

half-past-timeless

Half-past-timeless.

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I sat up last night 

till 

Half-past-timeless,..

counting shadow- sheep

Who's

bleats were lions roars;

wondering if she loves 

Me

Less or More.. 

than the 

eternity

in which

She loved me 

Once before.

+

but there is no 

resolution..

or 

Solution.. 

to The Mystery

which

plagues my soul ..

+

and even 

now 

(in the eternity of my death) 

i 

am haunted by the cruel 

reminder 

i 

am little more than a fucking 

ghost.

(too dead within to 

even be 

a

Memory.)

J.s.h.