Hookwinked With Agony Read Count : 23
Category : Poems
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While walking through the front doors to our future in our castle, a presence stalking gave a fever to my bones to dismantle, we have our dreams coming true but in the shape of blue, ignoring the past to prevent the future I'm in the present ignoring the coming relapse, danger to ghosts consuming all of us was ever so immanent.Plans were in place while invisible traps encased every moment forward to go backwards, the children ran forever back and forth as smiles hurt while tears of joy streamed to cure the disease, everything was perfect, we were pleased, nothing was in conflict, but she was uneased, this was hidden by reset to conceal under the guise of affection, she was only getting more precipitant.Starting the reshape of our castle in our own image we played God, we had the power to contribute to our happiness infinitely and so we chose to increase our family, the past was concrete, buried within the rubble was the trauma as rebar, slowly falling apart the past exposed crumbles of insolence.The probabilities to what's forward shunned in darkness by impossibilities to my beliefs, she's laying claymores triggered by remote, I'm kissing her as I'm choked by her ghost, breathing hard I'm pushing forward, the children without their only protection left behind as dad labors for her collection, every day I leave she's becoming less of the families participant.Unfinished castle to be our greatest hassle, my importing depression as the kids regression projected upon us by her evil acts of defilement.Unearthing the kids emotions and my unnerving focus upon her caused my reactions, knowing that if she persisted with those buttons, cynical desires would be validated as she downsized me to a filament.The traps armed and triangulations in place, she was soon to evict and evil to consume this space, children caught in between heaven and hell rang the bells, I know but never knew she'd consume, the price, our blooms, renewed illicit intimacy to consume all of me failed, I was now diligent to protect the innocent.Being in war would be easy, covering the innocent fragile eyes from the exorcist was my only mission, my back is regaining holes from her knife, the conduction of her liabilities of illicit secrecy is no longer unknown, the knife is now condesating as she's claiming by blaming, injured and losing hair I hug the children to cleanse the ghosts, they can't see me and the slime of abandonment covers them head to toe, the past and present is now equivalent.Caught in time with wounds covered in lime, the kids mute while I choose, falling to my knees screaming please, she's gone and had been all along, always called her my wife and now she raises her knife, stumbling back shocked I scurry the flock, a clone to her old self a simulant, she's no longer here, she's high on the devil's simulant.I'm away with the children but my ghost left my shell, it's left behind to distract her within the self induced hell, everything's terribly wrong as I'm Hoodwinked with Agony, smear campaigning against her ghost of a husband everyone knows the truth, her lies stretched so far it was visibly obtuse, was never something new, forced to carry on I'm wondering lost, I'm now Ambivalent with Agony.
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