Dan Caliolio Poems
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The Blade Stutters To Kill Caustic Reality
I was lonely 'till we met
Driving down a dark, cold road, wanting to hear your heart beat.
I guess I could've sent a message down your road.
please, please tell me.
i don't think i could breathe tonight.
Forget these lungs and their jealousy.
please hold me tight[i dont care if i can't breathe]
But i can't leave this all behind.
it ends tonight.
I've known myself more than you could know
the words can't explain and the ink is running out
those words starts unfolding but it sounds better from my mouth.
I know it hurts..behind your back talking like ...
it's the euphoria of this descent, and i'm running for the touchdown.
but i'm stuck in slow-motion, my boy is cold, drunk, and drugged...
i'm prying for pretend memories, and i'm tied in a line, which makes me the bait...
to be the bait means to be broken.to be broken means to be shallow, but not desperate.
their mentality lacks efficiency, and no one is safe from abuse..
even the love...Specially the love.
i'm the bait...just the bait, and i'm waiting for the prey.