dusty311

today while i staggered drunkenly through my favorite cemetary, i thought of you, my precious few, i thought of the shadows the moon casts below your foot, as you stood above my broken corpse, your dagger still dripping with crimson woe, i thought how fitting it would be if one of you, my fine friends,
were to be the one that would end this toil and mulch me into the soil, to feed,
and watch as this meat garden grew.
i have been really depressed again, i think im falling to pieces. and all i can do to make it go away is to caress the business end of a running lawn mower.
but i hate myself enough to believe that its more fitting that i suffer endless days of toil and bitter nights of disppear and longing, eventho ive done nothing wrong.

i leave you with a verse of one of my favorite songs..
listen to the wind blow,
from across the great devide.
noises trapped in urnning.
memories trapped in time.
i miss my companion,
as in solitude i hide
and if i were to spend for ever here,
id still be satisfyed...

because
i will be the one to hold you down
kiss you so hard,
now take my breathe away.
and after i wipe away those tears,
just close your eyes...
my dear.