It's been a month since I've had liquor. My sweet one, why do you leave me? I don't want this pain anymore, Please let me escape it. I don't think I'll survive long My aid has now been ruptured and torn. I'm not free of you, I want your sweet return, Another lullaby to pass the time as if I'm young Please come back I can't do this anymore I miss you so much, please one more time for me Don't let me forget you My memories so entangled without you Where do you go now? One more sip please I beg of you Cheers for my success, aid for my pain Pretense when I smile, an end when it rains I want to die without you my love I will be no more
My sophomoric desire
My destructive shape
Planting a shallow deep into the veins
Selective on its dispersion
Hyper fluctuating through my brain.
Demolishing and dancing
Swift away through shimmying and springing
A reconnection to the id
A reconnection to purity
A prototypical identity was born
A fluctuating mirror
With its vibrations high
Its light sparkling
Its light blinding
Prototypical in its reflection
Prototypical in its display
The shimmering mirror
Blowing smoke
Blowing ash
A nearby construction zone
The shimmering mirror
Now covered in soot
Flowing through my veins,
Demolition
Destruction
Beauty
A desire for conservation
A desire for desire
Dancing through the woods
The construction site
A tower stand in its place
A building erected
A monument of prototype
The saucer
Flying through the skies
A symphony of intellect
A crash of despair
Where did it go?
The tower
Standing above
The saucer crashed into it
The saucer damaging it
But the tower still tall
Dancing and demolishing
On a mountain of euphoria
Sliding down its slopes
Crashing into the shimmering mirror
The mirror wobbled as I hit it
The time grew farther
Flowing as water
Through the depths of matter
The tower growing tired
The mirror losing its reflection
I rebuilt the tower
I uncovered the mirror
The crashes and the highs
They sat with me
They constructed me
The tower and the mirror
A requiem of a child
A requiem of destruction
I saw them as nostalgic
I saw them as high
Laying looking into the mirror
A cooperative interaction
An exchange
Distancing itself from the prototypical
Now the reprimanded
The tower
Tall to climb
The stairs steep
The tower echoed through its halls
Now the reprimanded
Anger flooded the tower that day
Anger broke the mirror
A fury of tension
A disgust with punishment
The tower fell on its ass
I built the next building
With materials I wanted
With materials I cherished
The mirror was shaped like me
To accurately describe me
Destroying the prototypical
Destroying the reprimanded
Erecting disperse beauty
Erecting destruction incarnate
Fully fledged projects of the self
The broken mirror
Ghostly in its demise
Evaporated in my mind
The newly erected one
Custom made by me
The tower
A film of tautness
Stressed in its untimely shape
It stood happily
Whistling hymns of salvation
I
The God of my surroundings
I
Peering into the shape of myself
I
Congruent in person
I saw that it was good.
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