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10-04-03, 05:59 PM | #1 | |
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[.]Polar Heights[.]
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Description is my reflection, the image, implicit repellant to make decisions that were intelligent, unjust incessant Im the crust that settled, corroding away, mass irrelevance frozen to stray from secondless time-frames, oblique prey To reach frames of immaculate conceptions, prevalent rejection at the bottom of this league of gentlemen, regiment descension Thats me- questing for a fundamental form of understanding falling out of love, the blunder central of crash landing Static panning, until facial muscle spanning resembles anguish My sole standing, the covetous product of impetuous rambling And intentional planning of motions mismanaged in heated moments shrugs and a singlebed is what I recieve as a grieving token The shrieking is broken by physicality, the uprising of apathy a tyrant on the brink of sanity, umpiring his own calamity Tiring of withstanding vanity, common ground bonds- commonplace Upon her torrent face, was my figure occupying a foreign space Law and taste's intergrate in my eyes, then exit and break allowing me to redecorate the sectioned hate, depending on fate Expending on shape, their way of life, are they willing to fight? against this villain of strife, will you be here, yonder the night? The ponder on sight- distracted, infact opinions on first glance reprimanded as lovelorns first hand expressed what words cant The term rant, optional, while opticals exchange present antiquity mans history portraited instantly, with palms resting specifically Vividly connected as if intended, the touch of magic impended the happy incentive being my eccentric glow, shown on my offensive Retentive not being synonymous with my luck, the reality loser Mr. chastity polluter who's in tune to the infernal racket Internal habits become external, the shackling, the grand lacking I can't even outline whats happening, Ivory border- I stand savage Bland language, not a physical demise, white lights my adulation female fascination, and admiration in no traces, like my patience Congratulations was the occupation for all of the X chromosomes sex was a hopeless tone, is there no escaping this broken home?? NOPE! Last edited by N-Demik : 10-04-03 at 06:02 PM. |
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