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| Slept With Faust (Oh! How Horrid) | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 13 2009, 11:32 PM (22 Views) | |
| SnoringFrog | Mar 13 2009, 11:32 PM Post #1 |
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Couldn't decide on the title, so I used two that came to mind. Shred and mangle as you will. -- Oh! How horrid to see you here again. How horrid to hear you like this-- How horrid to feel us like this-- I've slept with Faust so many times but he's always a different person. Always different, but so strikingly similar, and oh his deals--his deals! The cards are always face down and I face them in fear Fear that their faces are more terrible than my own Fear that their faces are tastless and unknown Fear--faultless fear--of all I know and everything I don't He'll be here too, soon. He'll be here too soon. Come to keep our end of the deal up in the air so we'll never know where it lands Taste that? That's pleasure when it rots. Happens every time. You always say it won't, but you always know it will-- and still you come back for more. Every. Single. Time. Why don't you just die? Can you not just die? Go away and die, die, die. I wear these sheets because they make me feel like a ghost Like a fraction, Like a host, Like I can just pretend, of what I was of my total self to someone else's party like the party's really mine. Mine. All mine. At least until he arrives. It's ninety past nine and the century finally comes. The season of the century ends, I was so sick of this cold weather--it always made me creep inside But this turn of events makes it all feel a bit too warm where I'm headed. I slept with Faust too many times and he was always a different person. Always different, but so strikingly similar, and oh his deals--my deals! His card landed face up and the face was mine. He was mine and we were one. How horrid to feel us like this-- How horrid to hear you like this-- Oh! How horrid to see that I am here. |
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