lolwut?

it is as simple as building a wooden bridge over water in 1720.
....

honestly, it is not something I am fond of
this weird spell, a curse, or hex as far as I can tell
a twisted type of.... love
don't be distraught by that ugly thought.
this is all too horrendous, when will it end for us?
so coy, like a trickster's toy.
this, too, shall pass
or, this too, shall pass.
all about emphasis, why do I go on like this?

this makes no sense, since it is a lie
why must I try, I'll just cry
all that is ever spoken is a goodbye, and a sigh is felt
with a removal of a belt, and an unfastening button's melodious clink,
a zippers zip, what is there left to think?

what is revealed is no longer concealed away
it is my future, my past
my present has not blessed me with its presence
I realize I am alone, a mere clone is all I have seduced
and now, in this hate induced coma, I slowly perish