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this beginning is an introduction of the fury yet to come.

beware.

i'd scream like murder at the top of my lungs, just so that you hear.

have you ever fallen apart, and suddenly the message was clear?

if i didn't have the sense to put them together

these words would bleed everywhere onto the paper,

maybe then, you'd see.

Perhaps?, rules can bend, or not be applied at all,

and it is we, who make the call.

could life be basic science?

i use a metaphor for emphasis to direct attention towards a cetain meaning,

it's clever enough to be ambiguously misleading.

i fall victim to the seduction of your violence,

brutal, yet tragically beautiful,

i know, you know that story book confinements,

are standard walls for dreamers in search of an eye opening awakening

as if one was just waiting to take place, you'll find me hopelessly drifting

through the scenes of my impressions, contemplating.

by a jury of self, do i find that i'm guilty of being overly critical

this verdict carries a sentence of self hate and distorted identity

feeling i've suffered long enough, to carry out taking my own life,

one day you'll notice, too late, i'm not breathing.