Blackmail

I hear his thoughts whispering through my saga, shivering and shrivelling dramas pronounce in my memories welcoming tomorrow as a sad piece of broken inferno. I try to warm my cold bliss of dreams; but his words drive in me power of adjunctive disaster, weaponry of desires rising faster, I hear the walls getting larger leaving his voice protected and mine.... Concrete on concrete of little small failures, suddenly the assembly disassemblies and I am left with fragments of a catastrophe. Cutting my life, I bleed regrets, soaking floors with a drowning deafening echo – of a tormented repetitive hatred of my useless connections and apprehensions of Love; Ridiculous images circle my minds waves encountering corners of lustful relationships and clashing into the different designs of subjected fantasy. Fallacies of heated romance only burn. He changes the dimensions of my feelings, I can track his voice deep within the evidence of my past, witnessing his meanings manifest, they infest my incest to find out more. But when I find out more, it is only the series of a Hercules breakdown. I break down. My emotions die as broken warriors and the war is lost...To his sound of lawless documents read in my advents of jailed time. My time with him is so long but so short. I feel the days passing and wandering into tangents, while the truth floats into invisibility. High atmospheric pressure of his insanity trying to fit into my condensed miniature of low reasonability ...Colliding into a somewhat, glued together tragedy...the intermediate profanity of lies and dying call.


* The 'He' can be anyone/anything - A bad person influencing your life, A bad day, A bad you but for me it is hte Devil - and how I feel he wants and can blackmail my attitude, actions and preventing me from being who I want and need to be.