*VIVA VOCE.

04.08.03 @ 5:37 pm

he lead me down a primrose path painted in black and highlighted in reminiscences. he took my hand and whispered to me, "memories are cold and your hands are like ice. you know what they say; warm heart." i shuddered at the thought of such a backhanded compliment and upon opening my eyes i was alone. you were gone. no trace left. footprints lead to my battered soul. you mislead me and i screamed, and you heard me. "fuck you, torment!" and nothing replied. only an echo to second my cries. you asked me once, and i clearly recall, "what do i do about this man dressed in lies who abuses me all the time? what do i do when he cuts my hopes like a rope tied to me, pulling you?" to which i still have no reply. you mislead me and i choked, and you heard me. Like a noose tied around the neck of time: never kills the clock, only stops the chime. i wrapped my fingers around your neck and you begged for me to proceed. "no use wishing for a man that will never be." you mislead me. i laughed. and you heard me.

p.s.- by man, i mean life.


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