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His eyes are drowning pools,

Filled to the brim with dissatisfaction.

He walks out into the evening,

The void inside fiending for a yet another useless distraction.



Broken and failed,

His lies are staled,

Long before the words leave his lips.

Poor little boy,

Little pup,

Little toy,

He'll never know what true love is.



His eyes are drowning pools,

The disguise he dons to lure the weak.

A kiss,

A caress,

A night passionless;

"Another notch on the post,"

The parasite boasts

Of his lackluster confidence.

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Angelus
01:32 Apr 04 2012

wosh... bitterness written well.

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