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Yesterday's questions are still unanswered, Out of the blue you expect my loyalty absolute Underneath the sheets you make me promise But I never hear it reciprocate Enless worry now fills my head Tomorrow is hopeful Tomorrow is to be feared as well Every bit of me feels sick Resonating circumstance seems devastating No more pain Only truth Trust my heart, I trust yours How many dreams must I have Ultimate judgment has yet to come Remember who you told that you loved Try to ignore temptation ...

My scraped knees bleed only temporarily, And my brain only hurts til I fall asleep, My heart only hurts until my labido is fulfilled, My temper is calmed by an obnoxious belch, And my self-esteem feels better after a good laugh. When I expire, I wish to leave my legacy, A mark upon the lives I have helped to mold, Why I die is never a question, It is merely a change in my state of being; A release from the hell of my flesh. I have no doubt that I will shed my pride in the end, and whatever n...

Although you tried, in vain, the chain was never around my neck, and never was I your pet to beg and train. Never did you ever think of my thoughts, my love hurt for that, Never did you ever ask of my desires, my care was forfeit, Never did you ever try to make it more, my sex was turned off to you. Long before I slam the cover of our book, I wish to advise, My heart lost all feeling, and I couldn't feel my chest, The trust that once flourished in the light of your supposed love... Lost, I'm...

In my aging eyes you can see torment beyond my years, Faith decayed and stained my fingernails crimson, And too many questions are hypothetical these days. Annoying plagues arrange themselves freely among us, And we are forced to deal with it, Well, I'm tired of the tragic misuse of divinity and diety, I mean, for once let me live my life unhindered. But nevertheless, my scar tissue is branded with the mark, A biblical beast left its mark on me and my so called government. Or rather what use...

It's probably on of the hardest things to describe. The sensation resonates in your toes and almost instantly surges throughout your entire body, finally ceasing in the pit of your stomach. For all the right reasons, you feel wrong. Certain moral values are burnt into you as a child, but then, at that exact moment, you could care less about morality. Aside from obvious formalities, communication is strictly physical at first and often from across a crowded room. You stare. The gaze is returne...