Seeping within the hazy sunrises.
I want the sun to dissipate me.
I want to chase it down until it simply snaps me in half.
I’ve had that.
That constant feeling of intolerance.
No one has the mind for the mentally frustrating.
Devastating as it is to always feel like the pig that did it.
Absorbed too much of the warm rays.
Ate all that cake.
You can’t always have it sitting underneath a napkin beside you, can you?
I guess what’s repressed is this silent need to implode on you.
Explode all that’s been loaded up inside my brain.
The skull’s confinement cannot withstand the weight of the overbearing race that’s my kind.
Under nurtured and callous, I’ll never seem to have enough of you.
I feel myself floating away on top of someone new.
The tear on my face is false.
I cannot cry, can’t even dribble out a meaning from out my eyes.
My beautifully deceiving eyes.
Take me home.
Where it’s safe and simplistic.
Realistic smiles in front of the mantle.
The picture is yours to keep.
A Christmas card memory what use to be me.
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