A new poem from an old soul

"Solitude And The Ways Of The Glutenous Masochist"

Are destruction and decay's

Understanding of the processes of

Breaking things down

Any less than 

My heart's familiarity with

Solitude and the ways of the glutenous masochist, 

Who bleeds to hear his arteries scream,

Just to drowned out

Madness & despair's 

Chants & promises of

"Forever by 

Your side"?!?

NO!

...If measured,

Theirs is a

Fragment of a fraction,

Compared to ours

...A slight breeze on the scales 

That pronounce the 

Injustice that is 

My heart's being sentenced to 

Carry these sentiments 

It holds for you,

While being

Anchored in your wake.

I inhale hurt & despair and exhale toil,

Drowning in the abyss that was

Dug, and filled, by the 

Slothful miser that lives 

Under disciplines bridge

Still tangled in the shredded remains of the 

Quilt we knitted

With the needles that we

Pulled from each others chests,

I inhale hurt & despair and exhale toil.

But, until the 

Madness and melancholy, that you left to guard me,

 Find reason to abandon this broken half,

 I can not resign from this life of 

Solidarity and the ways of the glutenous masochist.

...So long as my heart is in

Your undertow,

 I will not retire from this life of

Solitude and the ways of the glutenous masochist.

...As memories made of lead 

Pull me deeper into the abyss,

I dedicate myself to a life of 

Solitude and the ways of the glutenous masochist.

...Unless, of course,

You can come back

And erase what you 

Scribed into my heart's mind

With your lies about tomorrow and the 

Yesterdays that you robbed me of

- Bsomb4