who swore? oh the aurora...

you're speech is a useless dagger, butchering my insides.

you're voice is the siren, warning the surroundings

when you're words burn fire off the lips like a dragon

let you're soul rest assured you're a cold lost widow.

you've begged for nothing more.

i once was a roman. i once was the silhouette.

if you could dismantle yourself and be freely unlisted who would you be?

a slave unto the weak

nothing without me.

But in you, myself i see... so please release these string 

please tumble into the tide as they turn you aside from these things,

what keeps me alive,

what wont let you breathe.

i am a bitter horizon.

i am a man of little words. 

a man for observing.

let me not take for granted these days at hand.

let me wash these filthy hands.

my blog have slowly started to shorten. Im afraid i've given up on myself, or so it seems and ive given into the inner slacker that dwells within me.

oh brain youre so pathetic.

oh God is arising.

beneath your feet is where i'll be

beneath the lines along the streets

under your care is where i'll crash

your last priority, your useless trash.

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ive seen you in reverse.

ive watched you step across the land into displaced sand

ive played you unrehearsed 

and left you unattended to whither through the hands of yet another man.

i honestly believe

there's an inevitable drive in everyone to pursue perfection.