Words lie
the truth is in your eyes
but I'm bored with this game
You can pass on into the night
I will remain here
to fondle your memory
Just add a pretty girl
and a plot is instantly generated
who cares if it is fragile
Fantasies are always precarious
blown about by desire and frustration
The old rule holds true
once there is contact
she loses her hold on you
One exchange
and you search for another
blank slate
the emptier the eyes, the better
I've built armies of them
who was the first?
she was just a prototype
I make them perfectly now
until they speak, that is
Then I break
and release them
The process begins again
my sickness coughs to life
the old inflammation surfaces
borne about by my weakest parts.
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