intermission: part I

[childisgone]

God, this makes me want to cry...

And the funny thing is I don't know why that is.

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fuck you and your profanity
your disdainful insanity, that subtle fleck
of feeling staining the corners of
your perfectly strained words

refrain, constrained sense of
restraint, plucking softly at the
incisions so carefully threaded
with these burning melancholy blues

hues of string criss-crossing
through flesh, dotted by knots
of ten thousand shots of
bittersweet intoxication

elation, sensations i yearn
to feel outside the covers
the softness, the warmth of
something inside me

hiding, tucked away
fucked away, riding atop
this feeling i desire apart
from you and your two

beautiful hands.
i wish merely to escape
these sands of time which
are quickly everlasting

fasting, tasting control
in the bitter aftertaste of
nothing, the sicksweet burn
of consuming air

wishing to share this
provocative, evocative
shred of existence with
anyone who will care

[now fuck me like you mean it;
make me believe in something
more]