Sans Sanity
By Convolution
My nerves for you scream and rant with an inaudibly loud passion and fervor inside their shells of modest silence, constantly berating my heart for its failure in crying out to you through my mouth and tears; incessantly pleading me to take every opportunity I am presented with and wrap my arms around you as thin velvet tendrils of a warm devotion which could be no sooner told than understood. In my pitifully handicapped state, I am forbidden from you by my own ineptitude of emotion, and a deficit of self-worth which could only, and shall never, be replaced by your fingers betwixt my own. Insane thoughts of your silhouette drift behind my pupils on an indefinite assembly line, forever appending the pathos already more immense than reason could define; akin to your touch, having felt it upon me but in a solitary instance, and even then clouded by the obscure cavalcade of substance. Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 12:35 PM PST 0 • 8
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"My nerves for you scream and rant with an inaudibly loud passion and fervor inside their shells of modest silence, constantly berating my heart for its failure in crying out to you through my mouth and tears; incessantly pleading me to take every opportunity I am presented with and wrap my arms around you as thin velvet tendrils of a warm devotion which could be no sooner told than understood. In my pitifully handicapped state, I am forbidden from you by my own ineptitude of emotion, and a deficit of self-worth which could only, and shall never, be replaced by your fingers betwixt my own. Insane thoughts of your silhouette drift behind my pupils on an indefinite assembly line, forever appending the pathos already more immense than reason could define; akin to your touch, having felt it upon me but in a solitary instance, and even then clouded by the obscure cavalcade of substance...."