Blur of Confusion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I don't exactly know how to sum this poem up. It was spawned from my muse bonking me over the head with inspiration, but with sense within its purpose other than being enjoyed.

Submitted: March 06, 2008

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Submitted: March 06, 2008



This loss I have suffered is intangible.
Running down down the rabbit hole with new found temptation;
Your fierce eyes chasing me further,
Drinking my fear like a fine wine.
Your fangs seek to find themselves in my flesh;
Whether it be my wrist,
My neck,
Or some place more intimate still...
Perhaps so intimate like the inside of the pale white that is my thigh.
But you know I cannot escape this rabbit hole without running to you,
Into your embrace.
You make me face the question of which I would prefer;
To be lost in this philosophical place that loves to mind fuck me at every turn to make me doubt myself, my beliefs, my everything...
Or to find myself lost in the darkness that is you.
For the moment I would prefer to stay hidden in one of the loopholes this place so mercifully provides...
But in my heart I know I must one day,
Choose from one chaotic place to another.
To choose you is to accept that I have chosen the death that is so intimately you.
To choose the rabbit hole is to be at mercy of all, to have control at all.
But the question to which I can find no answer,
The question that would help me decide...
Is that with you would I truly regain the illusion that is control...
Or will it be a false control with you riding me into submission?

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