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Expecting your nature towards self-destruction fantasies to proclaim your individuality.

Those sweet and savory moments of the imagery of elimination.

Sadness borrows itself in us all.

Its currents mark memories in our concrete walls.

The walls we hold so near,

to hope the suffocation will warm our bodies.

Our cold, dead bodies.

We lie awake, sleepless zombies to our own entropy.

Our broken bodies that scream for the release we fear.

For death is not a punishment,

but the first moment of freedom.

Our borrowed broken bodies.

Disintegrating into the giver.

Our buried bodies, alive to provide the nourishment

we so often sought,

but never got.

What if I told you it was all true?

the breath taking moments of beauty

the blistering bodies scorched in the heat

the thirst of your lovers touch

the free flowing chemical contaminated water

what if it was all true?

the horrible despair that starves your body

the first feeling of hope

the blood soaked sweatshirt of your best friend from gym class

the sun kissed serotonin skin

the screams of those begging to be heard

the repeated song in your head

what if it was all true?

the comfort of cold concrete sidewalk pillowcases

the warm touch of your lover’s hips

the war cries of those forced for others bidding

the screams of celebration of your new job

the life altering

the life altering

the life altering

the life altering

When I see my life and its possibilities

I get overwhelmed

By the kaleidoscope of hopes and dreams