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Muted Conversation VI

The truth is, i can't really keep in touch with everyone. How can i, when i can't even relate with myself. For those of you who feel i have decided to snub you or i have "forgotten" you, You have no idea of the number of times i have forgotten myself, sinking into an ocean created by an unknown void. Even my memories get confused most times.
Do i have a mental problem? We all do. Even you reading this post. You are mad. We are all mad people. That's why we are able to invent things that will destroy us. Recent studies found out that our emotions can be controlled with our smartphones because they emit microwaves. A method i think they call microwave engineering. You can feel depressed not out of your own volition, but by someone sitting in front of one system or device, pressing your emotional buttons. That's how weird the world has become.

Slander is a terrible experience. I have been slandered countless times. Usually i enjoy it, but it becomes annoying when people close to you are involved, especially people that look up to you as their mentor. Crazy enough, these slanders has strangely given them(my mentees) more reason to have faith in me, because they know me.
 
I have been wanting to write a proper poem about distance but i think i would stall and write something really dark, here it goes.
You thought i would cry for you.
Well, here is to you, dark sorrow.
Your voice, though seductive to listen to.
Makes my body cringe with disgust.
"There are valleys you must cross.
Valleys filled with worms coming out of the eyes of decayed heads.
You must bathe with molten magma of regrets
And your skin must be peeled off with blades of distrust."

You say.
But have you ever thought of how i loved you.
How i kissed your lips with mine melting off the red hot iron of abuse.
Exploiting me into revealing the true nature of your care.
How you looked at me with loving eyes, dark as death, and told me:
"today you will die slowly and painfully in my arms,
You will be burned alive, i would bend your finger bones with a plier and kiss them while you shout in screeching pain." 
"I will rape your desires into the dust. Just to show you how much i really love you.
I will perform incest with your goals and dreams, to let you know how much you mean to me"
And i was blushing in a bucket of tears.

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