ABSENCE OF PRESENCE
It has been so long since I stopped making honesty my mission. I don't even talk to myself anymore. I have my chastity back, I am no longer a whore.
For now all that is done around my mouth is to pray is to sing. Only songs written by others. For in time I started becoming afraid of my own creation. Much like Dr. Frankenstein that could not love his reanimated soul, left it to wreck havoc on any town. On any soul.
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No longer do I talk in images, and the words have long been forgotten. Tucked away in a safe corner in my dreams for it to dream. Good night words. I will wake you up, take you away; one day. When the sun will show their bright face again. But until then. I will speak only with action. No longer yearning, I now am looking for a fight. I want to knock some teeth out, Break you down. Add leftover bones to my collection like a greedy kid at a wedding. The digits I find on the ground will not be enough. I will pickpocket our honorable guests. Take your teeth out while you sleep soundly, tucked away in your bed. Dreams overcoming the reality of memories.