If I were to reign in my unwieldy ego
and with it the reason I am here
do you know what it is you ask of me?
I placed my love on the pharmacy shelf,
I laid it for you near the heart medicine.
I did this simply because you asked me to.
What of me now you are not here?
Am I to buy back what I gave away so easily?
Do I compete in the marketplace for my own dignity?
To mourn the sways of this serpentine wine
is to sense the borders of a land without form,
a shadow of light drawn by the thoughts of a wraith.
Of a poet.
Your blood runs to the floor,
damn,
still warm.
and with it the reason I am here
do you know what it is you ask of me?
I placed my love on the pharmacy shelf,
I laid it for you near the heart medicine.
I did this simply because you asked me to.
What of me now you are not here?
Am I to buy back what I gave away so easily?
Do I compete in the marketplace for my own dignity?
To mourn the sways of this serpentine wine
is to sense the borders of a land without form,
a shadow of light drawn by the thoughts of a wraith.
Of a poet.
Your blood runs to the floor,
damn,
still warm.
vasilisa:
I like your fascination with blood, it doesnt seem morbid at all but always in the context of conquest. Dear god, you actually watched the russian version of solaris? your one of the few westerners that i know that has the stamina lol. nobody suffers like the russians I guess. xx