The lights are on and Nobody’s home.
Somebody has left the building.
Oxidizing, he has gone to rust
as his synapses misfires
along dark, primitive neural pathways.
The essence of Somebody
leaches out of Nobody’s pathetic shell.
What he loves to hate, is held in his hand.
The magical creator…
of the non-person he’s become!
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WWildBill
Amaranthine Lover
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"Oxidizing, he has gone to rust
as his synapses misfires
along dark, primitive neural pathways."
I love that phrase so much! -
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