Apr 28, 2007 18:03
Everything encompassed is sinister.
There are small, tarnished children scattered about
shoving withered roses in any exposed crevice
they have perfected the art
their attempts synchronize perfectly with the brooding reactions
Our eyes are darting about
as our bodies struggled to catch up with the newfound quickness
that our perception retains.
I profess what has been eating away at me
as I hold my arms out
in an attempt to shield you
you comply, slightly
but your diverted attention invalidates anything said.
Our mouths are sick
Our minds
bodies
thoughts
intentions
voids
are no different.
We spend the night stumbling
in and out of taxis
money pouring out of seemingly nowhere
we all find a hotel
everyone is happily placed with their interest for an evening
I convulse
left in a fetal position
as a stranger is stroking my back lovingly
promising that the night will end well
I think
Someone I truly love should be doing this for me
then recall all those lost souls who use to perform the same act
I begin to weep uncontrollably
I have never felt so alone in my life.
You promised me your blood.