It is in this moment that you realise
that life stumbled out into the crowd
to be torn to pieces
and sowed and reaped
by those who did it proud.
And all you have become and ever will
in a backward glance when time stood still
and slowly dawned the resignation
that all that you've left are rattling diffusions
and a slowly numbing thrill
For all the times it hurt, I'll hold you
and break away you might well try
the silk it binds your soul, dear girl
for we are one, same skin, same mind
bound by sweet duress
and the pain begins to rise
Sunday, September 23, 2007
duress
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 9/23/2007
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2 comments:
"all that you've left are rattling diffusions"
This is a great line.
What a pair of cheery fuckers we are.
I know, tragic innit?
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