Life submissiveness
A man quarelling with his wife
And now it will be no more
At least that's what she said.
He's just a simple man
A man full of power and strife
And now it is there no more
At least that's what he said.
He was a man who made his own choices.
He made the choices inside of his own skin
And the choices inside of other people's skin
Until he wasn't able to make his own choices anymore.
Insulated reveries,
Fucked up memories,
Caught in the hemisphere of the windowpane.
Mutilated telepathy,
Drugged up armory,
Taught by the atmosphere of one man's pain.
He was so soiled
In the thoughts of
Everyone else being dirty
When love is meaningless.
Masquerading sickness he had,
And never covered it up.
But those who were mindless,
Never figured it out...
Until those soiled thoughts
Were spoiled.
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