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!”
“Your words make no sense at all! Why would you deceive, to not deceive?” “For that is the true art, you foolish braggart. If you need to claim the right of deception by unwinding the shrouds that’s sit over your quarries eyes, then you're no master, you’re just a fool.”
Mercy be the devil, its sin given wings, a tragedy wrapped upon itself, you gave a fuck, you saw what mattered, it wasn’t the foil, it wasn’t right now, you chose to play with yourself, while surfing the internet, can’t you see the irony, of a plastic smile drawn on lips of silicone….
Used to the same problem, taken from another perspective, blood pressure is going through the roof, mirror images dancing in the sun, face to face messages, a snake hiding beneath the sin, you asked me to understand, forsaken to believe, you hate me for being, while I see without opening my eyes, you embraced the …
Casualty of an unfought war, sinner man, devil child, we are losing our way, fighting against a war that is not what we’ve made it, for the enemy is something less than what we make it, we find our true enemy hiding in plain sight, another victim, another man, we focus the hate, on the …
We see nothing, thrown from the skin, deviated from the flesh, a moment, within blood we are, burrowing, hiding, foregone and familiar, trust is less, for there is no need, why do we see, when there is no need, for the tree of life, is forever, while we are a speck, forgotten, nothing...
“Silence, for you’re not the one he lied to, are you? He trusted you with all his dirty little secrets, while I was left out in the cold, oblivious to what was really happening to him. All he had to do was tell me what was happening, maybe I cou….”
"GIVE ME THE PARCHMENT AND I WILL ENSURE YOU LEAVE HERE IN ONE PIECE.” “WE’RE GONNA KEEP DANCING AROUND IN CIRCLES HONEY POWDER PUFF CHOPS, I AIN’T GIVING YOU SHIT, UNLESS YOU….” She doesn’t get to continue her rant as Haylie makes a dash at her, striking like a snake.
Youthful arrogance lost in the toothless smile of old age, push back, the world wasn’t ready, your time is now, don’t bow down and die, sit up and kiss the sky, the whole world is tripping, you’ve come into your time, simple mathematics, scientific supplies, a religious experience, as you masturbate to her thighs…
Jump through the hoops of madness, let the rush fall forward, the moment given to the readiness of another, skilful fucking temptress, wicked fucking style, raise the eyes of conformity, stylise the stars, glorify the moon, fucking in the basement, cumming across your eyes, let’s see tomorrow, with five fingers in the pies!
“The same reason you asked your pointless question, for shits and giggles.” “I don’t understand why you feel the necessity to use language of foul nature. Couldn’t you have constructed words of greater value to get your point across?” She rolls her eyes and bites down on her bottom lip.
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