gonzoe

love is a fire
burns down all that it sees
burns down everything
everything you think burns down
everything you say

grey would be the color
if i had a heart

i know
this is not a testament in time
finely wrapped in glass and slowly soaked in lime
all my
friends have pictures made to make you cry
i've seen this and wondered what i've done to calcify

So many things inside that I can do without - desires and urges and what not. So extraneous. By the time I write in this book again, I hope to be as cold as the moon that lights this page.

inside my heart is sleeping
inside the fingers of my glove
inside the bones of my right hand
inside it's colder than the stars
inside the dogs are weeping

i sit
in my desolate room
no lights
no music
just anger
i've killed everyone
and i'm away forever
but i'm feeling better

i wish i was half electronic
the last shreds of skin are in the sweet sunlight
and i've turned into this smiling, snarling monster
as i watch the walls descend
like stars

the me that you know
he used to have feelings
but the blood has stopped pumping
and he is left to decay

i need to find a darkened corner
a lightless corner
where it's safer and calmer