Saturday, May 1, 2010

Crushing Ice.

Everything you have become is contradictory. I am honest.
Nothing you believe has value. I am correct.
You have watched me grow. I have slandered your name.
You looked down on me. I believed in you.

Anything you've touched has had an adequate perfection. I can't remember a thing I've done.
Few people would call you disassociated or unfamiliar. I can no longer pretend.
You have accomplished the only things you've ever started. I forget my idea as i think of it.
Your medicinal over the counter sustenance has never fed your hunger. I feed on your leftovers.

Tell me you won't stoop to my level. I slam every bottom from the bottle to the pavement.
Ask me how your day was. I give you everything I have.
I am never enough. You extinguish my pain.
I am all you will grow to need. I never asked for any of you.

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