Once in a Long Death

A lovely silence encompasses,

My many sorrowful malices

for any bird who dies in stone,

set in stone,

carved in stone...

eternally what you never were,

never her,

never him,

eternally what I always was,

Unsure,

But positive,

I was no cliche,

in vain.

A poser,

I,

Me,

Why.

I long to be me,

but I never was,

Never  have,

Never Will,

Come close,

Then get gunned down by the

killers of dreams and anything

different.

I'm just a faggot

who hangs out with bitches.

I hope I burn in hell,

Sure as it I'll show YOU.

Flaming rotten skull of mine...

Smiling in your rancid dreams.

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