Providing the Doom with a Remedy

Feb 22, 2013 10:29

A man left a trail of crumbs
only to wait for the ends of time
to follow in spite.

The clocks make such a lovely stew,
spoonfuls of it's poision
can surely make a man feel less potent!
A dilapidated house
was our loving structure.
The windows are painted black,
our mouths are parched
and our hands bare the marks of self harm.
Today I walked beside a demon
and he informed me that tomorrow
would feel exactly like three days from now.

Candy this,
candy that,
you once turned my internal organs
into a gangrene wound
 that should have been abandoned with a compass.
When does the wrecking ball
arrive with such an impact
that we as two seperate entities?
I cannot cure the sick.
I will not tempt a fool with my tenderness.
I know better than to
bargain with a sick machinary.
Candy this,
candy that,
this stew I've brewed would be
your dangled death..
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