Swearing that you would pray, pay for all the love we didn’t have to have
Taking the time away from me, from us, everything in between.
Rotting inside a vision held, telling, told all. (Insanity?)
Nueva is just a name - my game is love.
Not. be care. free there. Free Love.
Make us
Free.
Falling apart, found somewhere in the black between the quasars, I trip, I
spoil inside the sun you insist on casting, the war worth waging strung up
on genitals preaching, high school high score being the all time high
all the time yes yet then still we are flailing there, high beyond goalposts.
There was a table too, white clothier there was on a wall behind, fast red
bleeding deep, pulling a weeping child & lover out through the void there
that is everything that we doth now make & define & cast our lines, our
lives, our lots beside the barnyard terrycloth pulling fast. Shed there.
My mind seethes out there beside the partition where you criticized my
tastes, my loving heart to collapse on wooden steps, making the turn
where the dog carves witness marks for all the times we wouldn’t hug,
wouldn’t yell out at the gloom that consumes your past holds fast to ware.
You wouldn’t pray, fucktard, when I asked, claimed Christian when your
sex fast falling, a debauchery slogging fast (did they know we sexed upon
the second time?) same as when you’re coming cast, no second cuming
before the diodes shift, before the wand doth find that crotch I paid for.
It. Stings. More than your nails upon a chest did rake, pull it up from the
sands where I lay, passed the gold I poured a bottle full at a time into doth
lies, does try upon the same swallowed pile as wont fit inside a mouth so
greedy as not to let the words fly free – forgiveness isn’t in your nature.
Bastard.
So pack it into the ground, where I will say any words that will cut or
score or make your mind forget not that hatred can have a flavor here.
Fed Freely.
Taking the time away from me, from us, everything in between.
Rotting inside a vision held, telling, told all. (Insanity?)
Nueva is just a name - my game is love.
Free.
spoil inside the sun you insist on casting, the war worth waging strung up
on genitals preaching, high school high score being the all time high
all the time yes yet then still we are flailing there, high beyond goalposts.
bleeding deep, pulling a weeping child & lover out through the void there
that is everything that we doth now make & define & cast our lines, our
lives, our lots beside the barnyard terrycloth pulling fast. Shed there.
tastes, my loving heart to collapse on wooden steps, making the turn
where the dog carves witness marks for all the times we wouldn’t hug,
wouldn’t yell out at the gloom that consumes your past holds fast to ware.
sex fast falling, a debauchery slogging fast (did they know we sexed upon
the second time?) same as when you’re coming cast, no second cuming
before the diodes shift, before the wand doth find that crotch I paid for.
sands where I lay, passed the gold I poured a bottle full at a time into doth
lies, does try upon the same swallowed pile as wont fit inside a mouth so
greedy as not to let the words fly free – forgiveness isn’t in your nature.
score or make your mind forget not that hatred can have a flavor here.
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