Such Fickle
Things as Destiny.
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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.)
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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
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