I spent the past few hours awake in bed listening to my computer churn out clones of that piece I'd much rather hear in real life. It pleases me that the memory is still so vivid. The purple wall I found fascinatingly awful, and the monstrosity of a piano, skeleton and strings exposed where we tore half its flesh away, poised against the awful ( Read more... )

I kissed someone who looked like you, because you died two years ago.
She had your eyes, only more beautiful. My once and always lover, tell me:
Will you forgive me, when I'm combing the stars out of my hair?
Will you forgive her, when she's stealing the stars out of your sky?

I never answered the last question you asked me. Let me tell you this: While we with each other cheated the evening chill, I watched the flicker of the lantern somewhere behind your head, and all around that lantern, the eager moths against the glass never stopped smashing themselves to death. Because unlike you and me, moths do not learn. We learn ( Read more... )