Nov 07, 2007 21:19
this isn't a poem.
for the damned, disheartened, and defeated. lackluster heart or fractured skull. for you. for me. for every soul for everyone who ever fell under. the behemoth, titanic shipwreck or train of choice. crushed under the crushing force, we scorn the butcher who laid the burden. square scratching its way down the sand is hard to swallow. i locked words behind the safeguard, sanctioned. every man is his own savior. for the shattered severed shunned of any loving. manic twisted ways provoke the atmosphere of logic now nothing is too morbidly insane. for all for every man for every dishonored, void of pride and shamed. for every child every man every lover dearest deceased of name. for the deprived for the dying dance despises any sense. for every line we intertwined i beg forgive the heartless speak. infant steps that carried misspoken chapters of the crestfallen this story tainted altered will fall impure. adulterated my gift to you for the shit it will never hold. for the fucked the unsung the forsaken the lost the directionless people of whole. for the searching the lifeless infatuated broken. for the girl finding her soul. for you for me for every kind of the loss for the escaped words or buried our tongues. for the air we forgot for the syllables distraught and every ten minutes you gave up to smoke. for the gift we take pleasure in repulsing disclosure for nothing and nothing but hell. for all for every man for every dishonored, void of pride and shamed. for every child every man every lover dearest deceased of name. for the deprived for the dying dance despises any sense. for every line we intertwined i beg forgive the heartless speak.the words sometimes come misconstrued but the intention is always there. dont forget it.