Apr 11, 2005 12:34
I wake alone in a womans room I hardly know. I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks I imagine what they say like "shoo fly don't bother me".
And I could hardly get myself out of her bed for fear of never lying in this bed again. O christ Im not that desperate. Oh no, Oh god... I am.
Howd I end up here to begin with? I dont know. WHy do I start what I cant finish? O please dont barrage me with the questions to all those ugly answers. MY egos like my stomach it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I dont want to finish anything, anymore. Maybe I can wait in bed til she comes home and whispers "youre in my web now, Ive come to wrap you up tight til its time to bite down"
I wake alone in a womans room I hardly know. I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home.