she was a dancing queen, a disaster to be seen
i called into work today because i woke up feeling like the human representation of carnal death. i guess this is all just catching up to me. oh so sweetly, oh so righteously.
last night i had the plot to assassinate orange julius caeser. it wasn't much of a conspiracy, rather a lone action by a deranged gunman. et tu brute? no, not this time. but it was sure delicious.
i talked to someone last night to clarify things in the best way possible, there really wasn't a better way for it. i haven't had much heroes before in my life, but this is one person i think i can look towards for moral guidance.
her fingers graced the outside of my skin in some great lonely cacophony,
(oh the noise of ancient parlor games mixing with the fluid of death)
and as she spoke, as she danced in and out of audible levels,
"i can't watch this massacre.
:insert the long silence of childhood being torn away in one horrible act:
i can't believe this is only a dream."
she was a dancer alright, a perfect
specimen of how shock waves can make a heart explode in one tiny whisper.
i told her this was fine. this was the
beginning to something beautiful. and in
the darkness of a room we haven't used since the flood, a single
tear is heard cutting through the flesh.
shit, i have to go meet bri.
last night i had the plot to assassinate orange julius caeser. it wasn't much of a conspiracy, rather a lone action by a deranged gunman. et tu brute? no, not this time. but it was sure delicious.
i talked to someone last night to clarify things in the best way possible, there really wasn't a better way for it. i haven't had much heroes before in my life, but this is one person i think i can look towards for moral guidance.
her fingers graced the outside of my skin in some great lonely cacophony,
(oh the noise of ancient parlor games mixing with the fluid of death)
and as she spoke, as she danced in and out of audible levels,
"i can't watch this massacre.
:insert the long silence of childhood being torn away in one horrible act:
i can't believe this is only a dream."
she was a dancer alright, a perfect
specimen of how shock waves can make a heart explode in one tiny whisper.
i told her this was fine. this was the
beginning to something beautiful. and in
the darkness of a room we haven't used since the flood, a single
tear is heard cutting through the flesh.
shit, i have to go meet bri.