You can't take your eyes off the accident ahead, can't turn away. Fixated on the wreckage, fascinated by the carnage. You see the beauty in the destruction, dismantling of form and function, obliterated into chaos.
I beg you not to go, but you must descend into the foxhole. There you go, no matter the consquences you have to know, have to know what is in that dark tunnel.
Pushing me away; you swear that I don't understand. That I only exist to judge your flaws, your imperfections and shortcomings. You think I need to make you aware of your beautiful tragedies, your wondrous destructions, so that I may feel whole, better than.
When the truth is...I simply can't take my eyes off of you. Fixated on the accident up ahead!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
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