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Regret is not blameless and I knew that then.
When the fingers gain pointers it'll be a one way street down a hallway with plaster paintings of love holding hands with inability scrawled down every last syllable.
I mean this.
Someday you’ll see the truth in my words.
Worthless.
Wordless.
Keep this blame leveled at me. The mistake of leaving you alone.
Each time we held each other as lovers is a testament to our mistake.
Unleash the terrorizer, the gambler. With lust and greed I shall fill myself with a never ending void.
Desires drown with bubbly factions of acid stained aspartame.
Feet so done with walking they'll never move again.
Fits of rage so old they don't sing their pain, it's forgotten like Royal.
This is justified by lies and destroyed by mate.
Alone and helpless but starting again for that warmth.
Fictional wordplay to be erased and downed with more scotch, more hot blooded age. Teens will continue to dress up Lust, her beautiful dress to cut at your heels, but that's the weak scene of leaf stained walkouts and empty heaves against the porcelain, more tapped than hooligans trapped in a pub less awake than asleep again.
Star light grows weary of the naps that push the tilts forward until nebulizers can't restrain.
The tits are drained and no momma's boy can clean up or shave close enough to pull off a look of devilish youth trapped and slapped with yacks of capped teeth gnashing at lyrics for the mundane.
I'm sorry. I've been rambling up them the stairs (again?)
Walked to porch locked orchestras of seattle's finest portugal's.
Facts debased with illegitimate-laced dubious claims.
I've destroyed the portrait again.
Your plantation has gone, moved down the road to good times and good morrow's.
This isn’t me.
Can I escape this game?
No.
Good luck, experiencing this is not for the tip-toed ash lulled.
Maybe I'm insane but this is more than you've ever done with your life, scribbled on fake paper in a notebook of meaningless rebounds and games drawn.
It's all draws and this straw's the one that broke the camels back.
Parliament’s fact.