Thanks, World

May 30, 2008
There is no calming of this horrid beast.
Its claws came and snatched you.
What am I to do?
I’m the only free soul.
Trust. There is no such thing. It deceives.
Love. We only think we know it.
The only abstract that exists is disappointment.
Go, go with the horrid beast you embrace so dearly, so falsely.
I’ll stay, yanking back chords of my lost naïveté.
Hand your severed ones to me,
You can’t use them anymore.
I’ll never see you again.
I’d say that I love you but
All I can feel is pure detachment.
I don’t think I ever knew you,
I don’t think we’ve ever met.
Maybe we’ll meet when the horrid beast camouflages its claws in my heart.

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