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- Limerence Parasite
Find rational reason within deciet
Find instinct where the artificial thrive
Body language, see what is desired
Can't stub cigarettes out over the illness inside
Disappointment is the only constant
A sinking feeling that never leaves
I prefer nothingness to feigned interest
Because I falter beneath scorn
Sprawled, left with promises
I wait. Yet no answer.
Blood on my arms from breaking down.
Scorched the lower abyss of hope
Ready to heal but not to learn
I hate trying. Dreams.
The drug of fools.
Bejn Jonathon Xander on Jan 19, 2010, 9:35 am
Thank you :)
Bejn Jonathon Xander on Jan 19, 2010, 9:35 am
Thank you ;)
juniperlillie on Jan 19, 2010, 9:03 am
One of many, drug of fools that is. Great write dear.
sisterjulia on Jan 18, 2010, 6:49 pm
Disappointment is the only constant A sinking feeling that never leaves I like those two lines particularly It's an interesting read.