Inner Torment…

ojo

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Not sure when it happened…
Not sure where it began

It’s blurred around the edges…
Out of focus and off plan

Yet it became embedded
Took root within my soul

In a moment of weakness
Spinning out of all control

My knees weak under strain…
My head not thinking straight

At the bottom of a bottle
When it was much too late…

To look at you objectively
To realise the impact

To withhold my affections…
And deny the clear facts

That in the quest for distraction…
You became something more

An unstoppable force
As clothes fell to the floor…

And morels got lost
Whilst limbs intertwined…

Stealing stolen kisses
As vodka mixed with wine…

And your face was imprinted…
Into my vulnerable mind

So each time that I dreamt
You’re the only one I’d find

Whispering so gently
Speaking forbidden words…

And haunting me daily
Within songs of the birds…

So I ignore all the nightmares…
Where ravens would attack

I embrace your verbal arrows
That would stab into my back

Because I burn with this passion…
And the thrill of this torment…

As this is never ending
There’s no halting my decent

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “#1 Crush” by Garbage

“You can look, but you can’t touch”…

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Distracting with her dancing…
So pleasing on the eye…

The Queen of fucking everything…
Controls the Moon and sky…

She’s filled with many secrets…
And such dark mystery…

Flooding the room with lies…
So no one can ever see…

What’s going on inside her…
The truth that can’t be told…

A sum of her broken history…
And memories that can’t be sold…

Or ever spoken out aloud…
In fear of what they’d say…

Lost in a haze of paranoia…
That always wins the day…

Where all her insecurities…
Flood her fucked up head…

And circle round like vultures…
Tearing apart what’s said…

Searching for hidden meanings…
In each and every word…

Analysing what is spoken…
Questioning what she’s heard…

Whilst projecting an image…
She wants the world to see…

A version so intense…
Yet mixed with such insanity…

So no one dares to question…
Or challenge what she says…

Instils them with a fear…
And on that fear she plays…

Ensuring that she knows it all…
That she is always told…

Monitoring the information flow…
Trying to stay in full control…

And remain the one in charge…
The one who makes the rules…

She’s the Queen of fucking everything…
And she’ll make you feel such a fool…

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photo credit – instagram @jamieb1973 #newyorkcity