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The Noose Jan 2014
Here,
Pry your clenched fist open
Let me hand you
The parts of my life
Which you think you own

Watch me as I consume
This translucent capsule
To fulfill your prophecy
Of my ruin

Beam as you observe me
Limp through life
Perhaps toss an avalanche of obstacles in my way
When the time is right
Take everything away

Hang me by my feet
Let the venom dribble out
To leave a wilted Scorpio

Display your utmost faith
In my abilities to the masses
All the while
Whispering words of dispiritment
In my ear

With you around
Life is a journey
To a concrete wall.
The Noose Jan 2014
Bathed in vermilion anguish

Hollowing out the delusive notions

From the catacombs of the mind


Ensnared in the quagmire

Of disgruntlement

Pulling an endless string

From the throat.
The Noose Jan 2014
Subdued by inertia
Gutted enthusiasm
Fragmented and carelessly stitched
I lay here bleeding on your new carpet

Widening  gaping holes on flesh
No glory here
Decayed hope
Circling the circle
Pray, scream, ache, wait
WAIT AND ACHE
Wait, god ******

Can you hear?
That's the sound of a heart breaking
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Call it....
Time of death : 7:57pm.
The Noose Jan 2014
The uncontrolled seasons of regurgitation
Kneeling to a devilish god
Sacred that shove

Utmost devotion to the abhorrent ritual
A cult of one
In the name my lord perfection : exquisitely emaciated

Romanticising arrhythmic heart beats
Glamourising protruding hip bones
Deeming them elegant
Poetising the lethargy
All the while being fully cognisant
Of simple truth
Perfection is six feet under

Lime coloured porcelain
Anxious ****** expression
The uncontrolled seasons of regurgitation
Will it ever end.
The Noose Jan 2014
Precise incision

Secretion of vena sera

Immortalising the hideous actions

Of my adolescence.
Vena sera - fluid that moves in veins : aka blood
The Noose Jan 2014
Gobbling up life’s ******* by the spoonful
Sorting through this mammoth pile of **** all
In the hope of unearthing
The veiled reason.
The Noose Jan 2014
Deprivation or consumption
The familiar quandary

I traverse this treacherous world
With a mind crazed by ravenousness  
Satiation is the ultimate fail

Bludgeoning the lethargy
With this astounding
Inexhaustible fortitude
I seem to possess.
One word : Fortitude
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