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Epitome Of Near Happenstance
written by maledeth09:03 AM 9/13/04Burning is the moment that lays silhouetted before my eyes.
A thousands words undone in a second's execution of love.
Weeping cohorts feel the palpable significance of this.
Lips; stimulated, hands; intangibly held together, in absolution's indivision.
With your fiery red lips, burning a picayune hole through my heart!
As passion arose from your lips that I succumb to.
Bewildering subservience created by slithering wickedness.
Under the birthing dawn, the rise of a bloody sun!!!
The inevitable eve of torturing infliction!
Deception and worthless breed of theory:Infinite
Save myself and put a gun to my head to rob the moment of availing darkness.
(Sad disposition for my fault of a lovestruck heart!!!)
Indefinite pestilence bereaving with a kiss of a dream.
Epitome of a near perfect moment severed short of the seem.
Dawn of another failure, happenstance ruined of succession, unknown!
Never-ending consumation of gulit and no chance to condone!!!
I'd pray to you! I'd pray for me to atone my melancholy soul into deliverance.
Never knew your worth, nor the inept need to recall your innocence unraveled.
I can't abide this time!
I can't wait for the outcome of a new devotion at all!
This couldn't be real, this couldn't be the answer at all.
I was certain this would be my last fall!
But, So mysterious is your love, flawless.
I weep for you. Need your caress to rid away in peace.
Your touch will decay my heart, as an unrenowned betrayal of myself. End of a linear existence.
God, I curse you!
I'd pray to you! I'd atone my sins just to see you again.
To see you in a silhouetted veil, with my hand against yours.
Walking into, not a bloody sunrise, but a heavenly dawn.
Dreams are wept away in near succession of love. |
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