You reached in with your fingers all caked with blood and crossed the wires in my brain. Dirty and violent but with a pale glow, like a run down truck stop on the moon, hidden in the corner of a dingy basement. Lost in a malevolent cloud, Unidentified Fucking Objects.

All i ask is that every once in a while you pull me out of your little jar and set me back up on your nightstand, so i can serenade you again. I never sang a song for you that I didn't feel boiling in my stomache first, begging to pour out in waves of crooked sound. The false notes rang true regardless of law, because love saturated the air and ( Read more... )

you vomit sentances at me that stick and eat away at my euphoric ignorance. this is just another wave like all the others sent to smooth out my edges until i'm a bland rounded pebble you can hold in your hand. I'm crawling out of the ocean and clinging to my asymmetry. The closest thing i have to love is a viral edge that eats away at organ tissue ( Read more... )

now i will announce my departure from this miserable prison you built around my already damaged self image. At the end of the day all you are is a little bit more unecessary distortion in the bathroom mirror, in my strands of thought, in my stupid fucking songs.

.two wolves with two faces each have appeared twice in two seperate dreams.

the fragile keep secrets ( Read more... )

without work there is no structure to my life, nothing to look forward to and nothing to feel accomplished about. No raw daily experience to convert into creative energy, nothing to reflect on, nothing new to learn. I've always been 90% percent dreams and 10% reality, but today i'm drowning in longing, lonelyness, and fear. My heart aches and it's ( Read more... )

my thoughts are gripped around your ghost. your at sea and i'm still standing on the beach waving .holding you is like tipping an empty bottle upside down and shaking it. for 18 months i was starved but chose to feel nothing, now in one moment my apathy dissolved. Though i'm holding you, you might as well be on fucking Jupiter. Right then every ( Read more... )

i've become nothing more than a stepping stone. I've lost my identity, my dreams, my mind ( Read more... )

shooting at the moon, chasing ghosts, and walking backwards, swimming in outer space. Following you nowhere, absorbing your chaos like fresh blood and licking my fangs with a smile. The war in my nightmares is fought with those i love, and i love the suffering. your beautiful in that way that you look dead inside, and everything you say is cold, in ( Read more... )

like two pieces of string
our lips can be where our ends meet
and inbetween the sheets
we're tied together perfectly.