don’t reveal what’s on the inside, in fear of betraying yourself
the despair of making happiness an obligation, of being that thing that is labeled to be,
losing essence
watch how the sweetest passions dissolve themselves once laid bare
secrets must be kept
in a cage
violet hills swept blue candescent hues of somber greens valleys and archways reminiscant of past dreams over in the horizon begins the road i hear a quack from the shore my body frozen more and more sun bright; heat flashes in waves thoughts fade within the days only that remains: the shore and the blue, all the water and the hue, all this filth creeping, seething to be seen what is this beauty but a dream
a caricature of love, the depths of desire lust filled itself in the empty places; colonized the territory beyond the limits of seduction this flesh had trapped an essence; electricity sparked on the skin, memories became tactile, imprinted eternally between the space of life and death unfolding time rains specks of dust, cluttering the caverns of a soul catharsis built the tomb, enclosing the brutality of passion a once eschewed existence; now drowning in itself ecstasy burned a scar lust dug the hole desire swallowed the earth and I am what love left behind.
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