Chain link hooked around
that anchor pulling him down
caught by surprise
temporarily blind
no recollection of falling

It tugs hard enough long enough where the link and skin become one
where the chain and bone are the same

He does the same

his metal blood yearns for the warmth
so in search that anchor settles down

slithers upon shore and unassuming male and female succumb
they're all the same with the skin link and bone chain

The cycle stays the same

Even artichokes have a heart.

the battle of the heart part one

Complication doesn't have to be the forerunner of the heart's existance.

Taken with stride, the blissful simplicity of the eruption of the piercing of the senses, elongates the mystery of the initiation.

There is no price to pay, let's barter the exchange.

Balance will be brought, with incurring interest.

Resignation of retaliation has begun.

You have been warned

I'm getting scared.
The world is unfriendly.

Funny

I am the perfect substitute, stand-in, back-up plan, second choice.

For all of you---friend, lover, foe.

Nothing ever changes.

I do this to myself, I suppose.

Funny, but I'm tired of laughing.

how to say?

I don't know what I want.

But I want.

Unrequited

Silence and denial will be my newest friends.
Quietly, I'll destroy my tangled web, dissolving in my hands,
it's a quick end for me to walk away.