contort these words, please, and read from a mind arrested in an abyss of disgust and eternal damnation.
something came over me the other day as I wallow in my own sweat under the perpetually noon high sun. This would be existence I feign has taken me to a land of mist and pleasantries unparalleled, soothing mints in my ears as I bask in a blanket of blood. what one day holds blissful, the next holds with vehemence reaching beyond even the greatest of mind's imagination. In it I sketch images of faces and places in the past and unwritten. it was tomorrow that we had said hello, was it not? and again i realize just how much time i had wasted placing one foot in front of the last, marching the gamut unending in a place where only pain grows.
I cannot allow this to persist. I am far too positive to allow these negative impressions to control my presence, sadly confused for life. if it is but words that these ears reach for then words i would ask. if something material, what then should i take to hand?
i wish for liberation from this recessed pit of misery that has become my day and night and the image of her face. i wish for something, for the first time in a while so great it eludes my memory. once prince now crumbling pillar rests with his head at his knees and not a tear can bleed from his swollen shut eyes. i remain a knight bested by a foe i never had the pleasure of meeting.
say hello and spare one second of pain. it is greatly appreciated in this, the nadir of my misanthropic malediction.
something came over me the other day as I wallow in my own sweat under the perpetually noon high sun. This would be existence I feign has taken me to a land of mist and pleasantries unparalleled, soothing mints in my ears as I bask in a blanket of blood. what one day holds blissful, the next holds with vehemence reaching beyond even the greatest of mind's imagination. In it I sketch images of faces and places in the past and unwritten. it was tomorrow that we had said hello, was it not? and again i realize just how much time i had wasted placing one foot in front of the last, marching the gamut unending in a place where only pain grows.
I cannot allow this to persist. I am far too positive to allow these negative impressions to control my presence, sadly confused for life. if it is but words that these ears reach for then words i would ask. if something material, what then should i take to hand?
i wish for liberation from this recessed pit of misery that has become my day and night and the image of her face. i wish for something, for the first time in a while so great it eludes my memory. once prince now crumbling pillar rests with his head at his knees and not a tear can bleed from his swollen shut eyes. i remain a knight bested by a foe i never had the pleasure of meeting.
say hello and spare one second of pain. it is greatly appreciated in this, the nadir of my misanthropic malediction.
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We met briefly at Prom. It was a pleasure. I am pleased to see you back on the site. Literacy is refreshing, even though I generally ignore it.
Take care!