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Reach

What measure is one's self
As opposed to everyone else?

Such a vice, the need to suffice
Let alone the need to overthrow
The hangar springs to life for you to greet
The Blade, The Weapon
The point to the wicked counterpoint
A tranquil fury, a verbal massacre
I write, I write by candlelight
Wicked scowls guide my vowels
I write, I write but all is trite
And your sprint to truth will erode my treshold
While I stiffen, beguiled by hurt
Reach, breach and bitterly teach:
The pattern demands one more overhaul
At least...

At least you went the Distance
The Distance why we breathe
The same Distance I can't go
I go far though, too far if I must
But never there, so never far enough

Your claws swim closer to the Distance
Tearing through my crippled resistance
In my chest grow blasphemous tongues
That drool sick honor in my lungs
Nipping every bud of function:
Innards crushed to a putrid unction
One is left intact to break
At some other time, some other mistake
The organ that pumps no blood but blame
A h***t unworthy of the name
Your claws swim closer to the Distance
Their nails pointing to its existence

Here I stand, a husk of a man
I am once again (b)reached
Lost the screw that held this machine together
Hearing its beat trail off in the Distance
In and out and in and out
And in and in and in and in...