Surprise,
It sweeps.
It seeps.
How blatant.
How forced.
My, oh my. It soars.
Like a devil's cure it stings.
A deafly heard riot.
Drumming of hearts.
Alliterated expectations.
How, horrid, healthy hearts are heard. My own. No longer beats.
No longer in rhythm. Or in tune.
Trumpets burry me. Sadness mistaken for irony. My heart yet tolls. Silently. Softly like a cricket song. I sit in an empty room. Enamored with my loneliness.
Disdaining my omnipotence.
Impotence.. Ignorance..banality
My new identity. My code of honor..
My concrete soles.
Pity me. Do not give me a rope.
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