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[delapidator]

a dragon as my skin,
with a baby boy blue glow.
a miniature dark child hugging my heart,
in a crystal ball shaped by cracks.
a tattooed pink lady as left limbs,
guiding my pleasure and smile.
a gargoyle sits on my head,
noding, correct.

i have sacrificed my manhood for all of these,
and yet they still melt away.
i have forgotten these more times than i would care to,
they always return, my trust is the key.
it will all come full circle,
so i look to the horizen for my companions in existance.
I should always think to the smile on their face as we part ways,
and bravely face the journey until our next meeting.

eventually there will be no vallies,
only a mountain range, growing taller with my step,
hoping that the evidence of my own poisen is false.
that the smile of my friends is not poisen,
truthfully following my crystal caged heart.
To something better,
more myself.
but the words can never escape,
since i think they will bring harm.
I only want to love.
sigh and cry away,
and think of the smiles to keep the tears at bay.