avalon

i dumped my boyfreind last night. no more drama.

a perfect compiled mess (or breakup poetry)

all i want is something to alleviate the scars
that choke out the light
i try to assemble threads
of snagged hope
frayed and tattered
AND I HATE THESE WORDS
THAT SOMEHOW LABEL ME
and catagorize my pain
as if it were a peice of documentation
don't you see that this is real?
and so goddamn ugly and horrid
and bleeding all over
not pretty
nothing sacred blooms here
nothing pure will survive
millions of miles of torture
only can begin to recognize
no rhyming verse can entail
no wretched curse will unveil
this virgin bride of hope
i will never kiss
the white so innocent
but so estranged
all i know is cursed
as the train of filth
runs down the tracks
there is no looking back
there is no looking back


and the token AFI lyrics that own:

God called in sick today

Let's admire the pattern forming.
Murderous filigree.
I'm caught in the twisting of the vine.
Go ascend with ivy, climbing.
Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind.
I can't help my laughter as she cries.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
Let's amend the classic story,
close it so beautifully,
I'll let animosity unwind.
Steal away the darkened pages,
hidden so shamefully.
I'll still feel the violence of the lines.
I can't stand my laughter as they cry.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
And miles away my mother cries.
Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence