Friday, April 29, 2011

this SHELL


A Shell
A mask. 
A human body.
doesn't entice the quarry
Places to hide
To wear.
Vastly uncomfortable
To leave
Infinitely more
if we did.
Smallness, I am so small 
Save our soul.
We choose these rooms.
Spilt second.
A chance. 
The moment passed.
To see true beauty.
True power.
so close yet untouchable
unreachable
Cobwebs. 
Darkness. 
Shattered.
Too tired. 
Too old. 
Where is the second chance.
The golden ticket.
It lives with unicorns
and faeries.
Fuck a deity?
Be damn Specific
Self esteem of steel
Even then it wont be
half of what you need
Just a bloody asshole
And a hangover.
Appetites never
to be sated.
Aspirations premature
ejaculation
Craving affection
Requesting
Fascination
Reply is
rejection
Ravenousness in an extinct
Environment
Inert
too late
too lacking
never enough
life motto
Seethe malevolence
this blackhole
Empty
Shell

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