no way out now

i'm sorry, risa. i love you.

A young man combats the onslaughts in his own slice of Hell
as his True Love struggles on in forced endeavors of her own,
and the man holds to his plan of worthless detriment to scale
as it surmounts and spills over to his Love, left all alone.
He never meant for it all to happen this way,
but there was never really a suitable way out.
That, and he was pressed for just the right words to say
so he bit the Bullet with no way to escape the brooding bout.
As that sunny evening Call comes to a somewhat strained close
seconds mold into minutes and stretch into hours becoming so.
Then the tidal wave comes crashing down in four hours, I suppose.
How could I leave myself wide open just for this kind of row?
Worrying about a small nothing is one thing
but the wandering Possibilities of an intelligent idiot are so upsetting.
The most minute and unsuspecting of slips
morph from specks of nothing to Monoliths
and cause the cogs of the Clock to strip out,
ripping others and unsewing Stitches such as this.
Words turn into implements of war-made massacre,
but those same Words will make the last stand with her.
I'm so sorry, but the utter truth hurts the very most,
and I can't be a cause for Perpetual Sorrow.
"That's sadness, like forever." That 70's Show, and I could host.
I can't, and I won't, no matter what the means on tomorrow.

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[Crazy Cat Man]

cute