Well guess what? I'm manning the eff up. And if you take issue with that, then tough.
I'm taking a sledgehammer to one of those closed windows of opportunity soon... And I'm forcing that sucker back open, so help me God.
Burn the World
and all that's in it.
Mind the soul
before it eats itself.
The inner burning is
a living paradox.
Passion and Jealousy
combine
to form lines
of cocaine for
the snorting of the jaded.
Where did it all go wrong?
The signs were there
just no ACTION.
This is the failure point
This is the ever after.
Inhale the smoke of
the burning world
and insides.
Its scent, pleasing to your
nostrils.
You know all too well
what you're doing.
You know all too well
the thoughts of men.
The attention you crave
was right in front of you.
I only failed to act.
and all that's in it.
Mind the soul
before it eats itself.
The inner burning is
a living paradox.
Passion and Jealousy
combine
to form lines
of cocaine for
the snorting of the jaded.
Where did it all go wrong?
The signs were there
just no ACTION.
This is the failure point
This is the ever after.
Inhale the smoke of
the burning world
and insides.
Its scent, pleasing to your
nostrils.
You know all too well
what you're doing.
You know all too well
the thoughts of men.
The attention you crave
was right in front of you.
I only failed to act.
And that's all I got... A nice dark poem for a nice dark day.
fin.
fin.
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