unfathomed chalice

The moment's gone undone.

Words have burst and died

Which fold a lite by might

And turns upright and tight.

Thing's changed, time's lost a track.

I knew I failed yet my glee survived.

Though life's untold amid its fuzz,

And the sun has set to turn a-page.

I crave to last in the world's ablaze.

To free myself from the endless hurt,

To mock the fate and all's in hand

And live in an immortal life...

I'd then feel what love a man can have,

Which turns his gloom to a merry-mind.

And doubt may not his curious fate,

Would turn on rage with his thousand face...

With all I have, what's all I want,

Is anew taste of afresh a scent,

That excites my nerves and sparkle my eyes,

'Til your face, your eyes, your body's carved to heart.

Come to me and fill it in,

I know you want my body's delight

Your eyes are not but its telling me lies.

But then come and lets take it all at once.

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

I think it is but I care not at all

Since you excite my bloody eyes

And ring my boring ears.

And now I see. I see none at all.

But you, oh you. Your tenous eyes...

And now I hear. I hear none at all.

But you, oh you. Your wicked laughters...

My lust remains until it's mended. Okay

And who would mend? I dare to ask.

Oh. I think none but you. Only you.

Who grips me from the start, to, hopefully, the end.

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Truth behind: My attention is really, really diverted to someone who is not the 'right' kind of person to have  my attentions diverted to... I dont know really know why as I always fucking dont   There are, honestly, thousands of different person to turn to, but I think of no one else but... fuck forget it. It's kind of confusing like hell. Yea am confused, really. It's like I'm in the middle of doing something I can't because I have to think of something else... And I cant do that something because I am not in the nature of doing it. Or say, it's not my nature of doing it. But really. I don't understand what I've written above, the poem specially. It's a matter of something unexplainable inside my head. I was merely writing what comes first in my mind. I feel like shit. Do you? I can't think straight because see? I'm confused. Confused of what? Just confused of doing things like what should i do first and how should i do what... - read fics, write fics, or read acad notes or hellish what? Am just making myself more confused anyway. NEED HELP