And Soon You May Hear


the voice permeating...

Did I read
too much into it again?
Perhaps.

But the pulsing beat falls
in waves
into gray thought isolation.

My fevered imagination.

Do you feel me?
Yes, of course you do.
The hell you do.

Resurrection of disconnection.
Again.

And if I ever need you...

You arrogant bastard,
arrogant to me.
Patronizing to me.
How dare you.

How could you.

And God, oh God, that I feel
this towards you.
My adversary, my goddamned muse.
My you.

My you.

Want to slash at you,
rip at you
the way you've ripped
at me

elicit anger, betrayal,
disbelief, shock, something,
God, something...

Apathy breaking.

Dear God, what if
you really don't care,
just like before,
when I let you in.

It meant nothing to you,
Means nothing to you,
not even our game anymore.

Nothing, nothing,
nothing,
tra la fucking la...

Nothing.

How could you do this,
cut me off
like this, retreat underground
like you did
with a few parting melodramatic words
to seal the pact.

Did this to me.

Or did I read
too much into it
Again




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