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Aug 04, 2009 22:56

I feel the need to be constantly refining my contents.
Shedding this skin every night, and waking up to it re-grown.

(It's the reason for my rawness once the sun goes down.)

And I beg of you,

to strip me so bare, honey, strip me so bare ..
because every single one of my waking hours is spent
in overwhelmingly logical, bankrupt
-ingly rational,
toil, and this
exhaustion

gives way to this
animal desire

that will never
ever lie to you,

because my body screams to utter just that one single word
all
day.
The world won't let me, but you will.
You won't tell me what I want.
You have no business caring.

.. because for a single moment in time,
what you want, and what I want, are the same.

It's the one thing we'll share in common, other than tonight.
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