This is what happens when my sleep schedule gets all screwed up. My brain starts to try to express itself meaningfully in ways that don't really make any sense. But I like how this one came out, so I thought I would share it.

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So this is where we stand before it was all planned on the precipice of decision. Stare not into the eye-melting glare of truth as it blinds away the false hope of hidden truth. And somewhere, in the cul-de-sac of pain there lies an animal clenching joy in it's jaws. Come here, and let me caress you in the sanctity of love. We are both impaled, dangling dangerously with hatred and fear in our eyes. Somewhere in the back, in the midst of the screaming silence, justice sits hog-tied and filled with delusions of it's past greatness. Here I stand, surrendering myself piece by piece to a cause that I don't understand for people who will never know my eye color. I hear a sound, something half-between a sigh and a scream from the lungs of a child who now knows that reason is for fools and crazy people. We have all lost the ability to close our eyes to the Gods that we used to believe in. Along the lines of an ecstatic technological orgasm, he clings to the illusion that it all means something. And she, holding on to him, remembers how to forget. When she awakes, she'll forget how to remember. It's a shame... all of the post-apocalyptic tremblings of relationships being smashed to oblivion by meteors created out of doubt. Mumbling hearts bumble to the rambling mind of a woman, locked in a tiny space made out of her own choices. She lifts her head and lip-syncs the words that she wishes she could say. Outside, a thunderclap of remorse sounds over the tides of promise. And despite all that... I'm still here.