Personification

Just a strange poem I found playing around in my notes.

It’s been too long since the last time, I hope I’ll never feel it in my side

It’s sad, isn’t it? This world we live in, nothing is forgiveness

I hope to change that, I aim to, I will

Absolute relapse

Elevated celebration

How can one be forgiven when they’ve never done something wrong

Alive petrified

People don’t have to be weak or strong, people can be people

Intuitions decisions

Nullify the affixed affliction yellow mellification

The poet courses through the snow

God’s jihad, challenges the knowledge of the unknown

Floral poem explosion floating through open coastal oceans

You two do whatever couples do, I am solely a loner

Not everything is fair, I wish it was for others, but it’s not for me

You can do what you want and think what you want, but that doesn’t always make it happen, that doesn’t make it the way it is

Castrate hatred

Decapitate mayhem

Love is deeper than the grim reaper

Seeping from eyes weeping disfigured by the trigger finger, through the wringer a drive-by with the end-bringer, considered bitter gravedigger, crimson as the sun rising passion

Confiding in the afterglow light blinding, love is blood-binding, undecided until the moments over, and they find your dead body on the corner, on the border of a prison of death, your final breath’s warden, the war over, your life stolen, a photograph of a sociopath, in the aftermath, morbid, while the planets continue to orbit, and life continues forward

Polygraph aftermath laps at and laughs at the catalyst  

Circulate subjugation, syncopated, serpentine, cross the lifeline divided by the divine, over the borderline, let the lecherous remain sentenceless, in their sentimental sediment

Heaven is not on our side, neither will be after exposure is over, burning mummified on supernovas, eustoma grow and start over again former, know the hopeless you have chosen, evil lives in the sky, personified

Demanding bland emancipation, for our spawned personification

Author's Note

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