"And even though it was kind of funny, it was still really weird..."

[xnadex]

Doctor later today, 'cause I think I'm getting worse, not better. Panic attacks, screwed up sleep, no job, no money, lonely, hopeless and unmotivated, and all for no fucking good reason. Very sick of this.

Life is lamegay.

"Breath Of Love"

It’s romance in the morning
Soft petals on my pillow
A rose sits on the window sill
Sweet scent
Love and colour thicken the air
I breathe in

Passion at midday
Sweat and Spanish music
We’re bound tight by bedsheets
Flushed skin
Sex and power cloud our vision
I hold my breath

The spark is gone by nightfall
Dried petals flood the floorboards
The musty smell of old aftershave
Dead air
Hurt and indifference define us
I breathe out

"Advertising"  (a look into the minds of the homeless)

For sale:
 Pride, small, slightly bruised. Sense of dignity, missing some pieces.              
 Catholic Faith, minor discolouration, large tear down centre; renovator’s
 dream.
Package deal, can separate.
Selling $50 or best offer
      Will trade for vodka.

For sale:
 One soul, male. 46 years old, fair condition, mildly tainted. Traces of    
 depression, some nicotine staining. Comes with bonus sense of            
 hopelessness.
Selling $90 o.n.o

For sale:
 Human life. No longer desired.
         One only.
Free to a good home.

Blah.