bind her hands
grip her wrist
touch her fingernails
and whisper this

‘your bound to my illusion’
this is your conclusion

yet now
he’s her disgrace
she spits blindly at his face
he holds on to her tighter

this image ripes from intensity
their souls are chained physically
one fights fiercely to be released
the other ferociously holds on aggravated to his knees

disaster will strike their chaotic bliss
they both end
before anything begins

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everything is going forward, but i cant seem to walk straight…i need a relaxation week to move away from the stress of school and other …. and everything was meant to be for those sweet and sour moments that unmask your emotions and test your skin….about week six into the year…i’m fused waiting to explode…

well then i better get going enjoy the poetry i wrote which sedates my nerves ;]

no picture cuz me and blogger are hating each other it refuses to load any of my pictures so we are on a break ;P