what is this sick desperation we have?
such a sick desperation that at 20
we're tired of life - weary and heavy.
(we're already) grasping at others, a last handhold before a...
no, 'the', or rather ONE of 'the' great falls in life.
from our view a useless battle alone - fraught with strife.
sickly hoping wanting needing you - they - them,
this endall solution - your, my - key to absolution
in a pretty little package, person...
strong, where you are weak, the only light in this otherwise bleak.
life?
a filler for your frailties - holes
to make you whole,
and wholly devastated by the inevitable discovery
that they are not, cannot be these things.
all of a suddern all your expectations - dreams,
both one and the same -
are just that.
dreams.
wild, inconcievable, all too fleeting,
becoming nothing at reality's first violent grip.
and slowly, the realization comes as you feel that slip
they are no more than you - empty, grasping,
gripping at something which may not exist?
the more we grab the worse it gets
the more we slip
and fall into this sick, sadomasochistic spiral
where our 'love' for another is only a empty, selfish attempt at survival - like leeches we feed.
and love's consequences might as well be viral, or better, terminal,
a debilitating disease - helping us with the murder of our soul,
long before we have the opportunity to grow old.
bc
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bc-
s^8^ represent.
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
'I think, therefore I fuck up.'
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times
such a sick desperation that at 20
we're tired of life - weary and heavy.
(we're already) grasping at others, a last handhold before a...
no, 'the', or rather ONE of 'the' great falls in life.
from our view a useless battle alone - fraught with strife.
sickly hoping wanting needing you - they - them,
this endall solution - your, my - key to absolution
in a pretty little package, person...
strong, where you are weak, the only light in this otherwise bleak.
life?
a filler for your frailties - holes
to make you whole,
and wholly devastated by the inevitable discovery
that they are not, cannot be these things.
all of a suddern all your expectations - dreams,
both one and the same -
are just that.
dreams.
wild, inconcievable, all too fleeting,
becoming nothing at reality's first violent grip.
and slowly, the realization comes as you feel that slip
they are no more than you - empty, grasping,
gripping at something which may not exist?
the more we grab the worse it gets
the more we slip
and fall into this sick, sadomasochistic spiral
where our 'love' for another is only a empty, selfish attempt at survival - like leeches we feed.
and love's consequences might as well be viral, or better, terminal,
a debilitating disease - helping us with the murder of our soul,
long before we have the opportunity to grow old.
bc
------------------
bc-
s^8^ represent.
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
'I think, therefore I fuck up.'
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times
