I want to watch my fist go through a wall and never reach the other side,
watch the ripples in the stone, like rubber, undulate like grass in summer wind
I want to steal the skin that, perfect, clings onto your bones as deathly grip
why prolong what's sure to happen to a beauty in the night on false pretense
I want to watch them writhe as guilt betrays them so the grays would fill the cracks
where black and white could not be met and thieves with golden hair will 'brace the dying flight
I want to see my lies reveal themselves to all whom I had secrets kept
in hopes that, rearing ghastly heads, they spoke of insolence, egregiousness abhorred
I want to meet the love that never was or is or will be, nothing more
and hold her close and tight only to say but once, "Lenore, I love you nevermore"
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