Caged.
Barren again with an illusion of the possibility of closure.
Calm to panic in an instant.
Will it ever come to be consistently bearable? Organically against the grain of everything.
Will we pause or banish them?
Setting them free.
Will their lives be enough?
Fiending.
Will they fuss or just hush?
Choking on blood.
Seeking for their grasp to give up.
Seeping through their actions.
Discussed.
Thrusted to dust.
Stacking them up to wring them through bullshit
Lacking the love.
The passions been ruined.
Hacking the trunks of life’s pleasures.
Losing.
Hammered to some.
Indifferent to using.
Now I’d love to put you down.
Now I’d love to just put you down.
Instead you choose to run your mouth.
You draw the line but your denial defiled. Revile as you press away.
As you press my patience.
I can’t wait to fill the space with all you kept me from and I don’t want it quick.
I just want to take it all from you.
I just want to.
I just want to.
