he has a heart like a hand grenade
beware when he pops the pin
his eyes are alive with radiation
his gaze known to kill
tongue like a rapier
swift strikes deftly carving the air around him
but it his heart you have to be wary of
a perpetual dome of alienation surrounds him
he does nothing to shake it off
just casts his glare
spits venom
and threatens to pull the pin
he is a walking nightmare
a weapon made for murder
and he has a heart like a hand grenade
and a mind filled with images of her
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And when his heart explodes, there will be shrapnel imbedded in the flesh of all all who care, and some who don’t. Flesh sliced to ribbons. Blood and bits of bone everywhere. Don’t be alarmed if I lick the chunks off my skin just to ingest one last bit of him and make him forever a part of me. It’ll be, I’m sure, akin to dropping fourteen hits of acid just before smoking some PCP laced weed. At least then I’ll be able to visualize who she is.
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mescaline and ether is more apropos.
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Possibly
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Exploding heart, I like that. Not in a morbid way lol
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i can’t find the pin
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Give it a bit of time
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done looking
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Alrighty then
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it was a collectors item. had a small purple stone in it. Meh.
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He presents a tough exterior
But he’s ready to implode
Like a hand grenade
Wound tight and squeezed
The words fall out of his mouth
Like hot scorpion pincers
Ready to poison and destroy
He eyes me with wary disdain
As if this is the pinnacle of battle
And he’s daring me to come closer
An ultimatum of life or death
I can see through him, though
He wants the pin pulled
He wants to be thrown
Only so that he can destroy himself
A sacrifice for those around him
The he wouldn’t be alone with this thoughts
Of her
Of me
Of himself
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