The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“ISN’T THERE A WAY YOU CAN EXTRACT THE SEED BEFORE IT HATCHES?” He shakes his head, then robustly rubs the sides of his jaw before gripping the podium once more. “Once the seed has been laid, it is too late.” He holds up a finger, and gestures towards his skull.
Flow strong, my wicked friend, see words, meanings you can no longer comprehend, sparkles splinter, dig in and descend, darkness lights, downwards around the bend, fossil foils, a message does it send, hate unaided, no bridges to mend, soiled symbolism, or so we pretend, avid attention, this isn’t poetry this is the end…..
A sacrifice worthy over times wicked hands, a call heeded needlessly, my sin a plight on my own soiled stains, so she said, and then the beginning ended, weathered was I, circumstances aplenty, the demon’s right hand, blue men and women, prisoned me inside a cell of iron, cast within the mould that I was …
"I will not be denied my vengeance!” “W-W-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! I’M NOT KENDRITH! HAVEN’T YOU ALREADY HAD YOU…..” Kendrith doesn’t get to finish his words as Gavin grabs him by the face, and squeezes his cheeks, purposely puckering his lips up like a fish, then kisses them gleefully.
Judge Quilliam slams the gavel down once more, and leaps to his feet. “CASE AWARDED IN FAVOUR OF THE PROSECUTION!” He bellows, as he points the gavel damningly towards Salters and sneers. “YOU MAY BE SOME HOT SHOT, LOUDMOUTH TWIT BACK HOME, BUT HERE IN MY COURT, YOU ARE MINE!”
Her wide eyes fall upon Jared, while her chin tucks itself into her neck. “Food is food, and when you are starving there should be nothing more important than food. If you're stronger than your neighbour, and they are also starving, then the right of devouring is in your favour!”
“You're right, you always are.” She says as she raises a small revolver. “It's true that I've never loved anyone enough to allow them to be part of my world, to be MY world.” “W-W-WHAT IS THIS?” “Poetic license,” She says as she squeezes the trigger and fires a shot ...
We preserved the sentence, losing our mind, while severing our innocence, a goodbye like no other, blood buckets, synthetic solutions, a moment of weakness, an appreciation of the miracle, you wanted to, while they didn’t care, I silenced my voice, while you cut my flesh, we called the wisdom, it was a dying stem cell, …
We fall under the collapsing weight of an insignificant pressure coming from that which is around you, you cast me down while you built yourself upon a throne made of my teeth, you called it a pittance owed, for the rapture passed through which was, but in reality it was a femoral artery, sliced to …
He laughs then backhands her across the face. “When the winter was anew, and the disease was sweeping the globe, life was defined by what was and what is. Today, every breath we take, we should be thankful for, but still your kind exists, trying to push the barriers constantly!”
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