Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Bewitched

Tears by candlelight,
My heart beats a dull crescendo
That resonates hard in my mind.

The silhouettes peel themselves
From the wall and whisper anger
Into my ears, erasing all sensibility.

The scent of hate reminds me
Of a flower raped of its petals.

Enraptured by the memory,
Infused with rage at the deed.

I spit away the sweetheart I
Always wanted to be, but never could capture.

So ruined and split apart in this bewitching tale,
It's hard to believe that it's true life.

6-22-11


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Bewitched

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