close the door
speak the noise
surround yourself
with pretty boys
Sleep a walk
take a fall
forgetting makes
you feel so small
lie to me.Tell me your truth.your version.your meaningless twisted words spiraling toward an eventual collapse. I have no me. I have no I. I have no he,she,him,her,it,thing or self.This body is nothing but bone and flesh. I won't ask for help because it hurts the questioner. I cannot live and I will not die by choice. i don't want to hurt people through any means. What shall this body do?
Self explanatory from the title really.... but i suupose you could say that this is some sort of creative/emotional outpouring from myself to ...well..whoever reads it! Have a wonderfull day/night/year/month/life/week/spurratic moment of hysteria/morning
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Love through the Fax Machine
the cats gone and the cradle is empty.
all thats left is the nothing you seek
Happiness, what a mythical notion,
an improbable legend that sets stomachs to motion
Sickness, oh infiltrate this body just once,
twice three times the devil in store for
Me, laugh if you will. You must. For it fills the vast vaccuum wich groans for wanton legacies to unfold.
blanket me with sweet parting words,
choke me with cliched verses,
overflow this raging river
Till ocean finds
your Elisium
all thats left is the nothing you seek
Happiness, what a mythical notion,
an improbable legend that sets stomachs to motion
Sickness, oh infiltrate this body just once,
twice three times the devil in store for
Me, laugh if you will. You must. For it fills the vast vaccuum wich groans for wanton legacies to unfold.
blanket me with sweet parting words,
choke me with cliched verses,
overflow this raging river
Till ocean finds
your Elisium
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