The deeper the comment the more one loses,
The more that is sipped away from the body,
A devil’s trade,
Blood for blood.
Torn down and rebuilt,
Split down the middle with nothing left.
You watch with a doctor’s mind,
Detached,
The errant thoughts beg for mercy.
The sum does not equal the whole,
The straight path became bent and crooked,
Lost in the backward miles
The unfettered mind cutting down what stands against it.
Your jagged remains stitched into itself,
A second skin,
Tight and narrow at the seams,
A descent that should impress even Dante.
Lost on the other side of the looking glass,
When you drink too deeply of the never-ending loss its tumor
houses itself where your mind had dwelt in the stupid years of happy slumber.
Metal knows metal,
Like a river finds the ocean,
Broken pieces go once more into the forge
Its unbroken cycle shaving off the meat leaving only the hardened
bone beneath,
An animated corpse.
With no mind it moves on will and impulse alone,
Lead forward by natures unending force.
The plow of shattered dreams spread forward with each step,
The sweet poison only a mother could love.
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