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Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1560748
Its a love story sort of......
We were both conceived straight from the brimstone
I was lost in an alcoholic cesspool
Until they both were buried under tombstone
Because of their own parasitic, vomit-induced drool

She was tossed and turned in a collaboration
Of devilish deals and uncontrolled rage
All of this became a weighty taxation
That built up ever so slowly by age

But then that fateful night
At a rather quaint school dance
It was a glorious sight
Worth more than a quick glance

Suited up in a divine wedding white dress
It was an amazing fortification
Polar opposite of whatever of life's mess
Was her beauty on that verification

We danced the serene night away
Forgetting all of the hellish insanity
That we thought was there to stay
Maybe there was a possible serenity

The next few weeks life's problems seemed to melt
We had each other and that was all that mattered
A new, positive, lucrative hand was dealt
But soon this majestic period would be shattered

One day i took her to the chaotic foundation
That she called her home
There was an endangering situation
Something that would make anyone groan

Her so-called father was in a maniacal fit
Couldn't believe that someone wanted to engrave
His body into a dark, dirt pit
The rage was overwhelming

Trying to take it out on his daughter
He violently grabs her by the neck
Intent maybe to slaughter
But then i scope out a wrench

Bash it over his fire filled head
At first he drops to the floor
But creeps back to continue the dread
I get myself ready for more

The soulless figure of a man
Tries to throw fists of fury
But i use block after block like a fan
Little did i realize i was the final jury

Finally he drops to the ground
I throw violent fists and elbows
Until there is no feeble sound
Finally the end of the aphoristic woe

However a dim realization appears
This lifeless figure truly has passed
I was the one who sent him into the rear
Our forsaken lives are now out of whack

After some quick but heavy negotiating
We decide to make a break
Anywhere that evil whirlpools aren't rotating
This is good for both our sakes

For the next few days the run
Was invigorating but inevitably frightening
We were slowly but surely living by the gun
However at least we weren't crying

The rush was a dangerous game
But it was an improvement on the daily abuse
By so-called humans with our same name
No longer were we on a noose

And we were forever intertwined
Staying close as possible
We were finally together in life
The happiness was now credible

On down time away from the hunters
We would find time to indulge
In the excess of whatever town we would come for
Parks, restaurants and anything else for the lulls

In one hotel though a grave warning
A tourist says they're nearing this destination
And fearful rats they are farming
We need to find some elevation

Burst out the elegant revolving door
Trek on cautiously for miles
To find the nearest airport
So we wont be found for awhile

Finally arrive at the final place
That we would step foot in this country
It was a surprisingly short wait
To exit this perilous quandary

The flight was incredulously long
However nothing was out of the ordinary
But something was finally gone
This wasn't realized until the final trajectory

The plane hit a monstrous micro burst
Starting to horribly turn and twist
Was all this really what its worth
Had hell thrown its final fist

But then it hit both of us like a brick
We had finally found peace of mind
Our fruitful grant was this wish
No longer were we painfully blind

I relived the past few weeks in my brain
And it wasn't like the rest of those hellish periods
Sorrow and hate had finally been drained
And she completely agreed although a bit weary

So when that plane made its final downward dive
While everyone else was in frantic peril
We had become truly benign
As we smiled into the fallacious spiral
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