Dragged down the dirt & sanity sleeps behind me.
Even though they tell a thousand stories
though the goddamn things cannot be
real,
but to me these comatose forcing down
the roads
waking to the spit hanging from my eyelashes fingernail claw marks raked across my throat & nude
expressionless
a million shotguns pointed to the death spots
no desire to cum ages since
I last cried & for what is a
memory long since forgotten along
w/who I love,
who loves me,
& just when was the last time there were
no fucking ghosts in these halls?
forget for just a momentthat life had barely begun.
These echoes go on forever &
save me from the silence, oh, the silence
the shit silhouettes making filthy love
on the bedroom ceiling,
making the paint weep as a witness,
as I suffocate under sheets.
Drown me!
Drown me!
Intoxicateda rude, purple vision no
bloodshot eyes & stumbled
vacant through the glass
wall for an hr. break.
Lick my scars & watch the cameras
rolloh, girlfriend after girlfriend
mindless screw insane stalkers looking
for something holy around me
but,
my scars shine only for youcrack open leak
the air of air trapped deep w/in the labyrinth
being guarded by shyness a crudely crafted
insecurity twelve middle fingers stitched &
stapled pointing in all directions to mimic
the reflections of the crystal gazes & Im
stoned just knowing you...
not knowing then you were gone forever &
only dreams fantasies as I rolled in
slumbersweating the darkness
tasting nothing but the sweetness
of your lips imagine the love that was
made a million times w/you by myself
sometimes cryingchances lost,
lost w/out you, still
...Its been too long since Ive seen my own brains. There are fires licking the back of my throat as I sit here, somewhere in that state of mind between drunk on tears and stoned on blood, and I cant shake the feeling that somehow I may not survive the night. Someonesomethingis going to rip up out of my bed as I thrash around battling the nightmares, and with one clean easy sweep, take my head off as a trophy. Thank God, Ill think, with a brain that moves further and further away from me as the minutes go by. Leave the rest of me for the rats, or the spiders...but not the roaches.
If I have one last dying wish, its that not one little cockroach touches my corpse. Please, grant me that.
Why the desire for all this? Will this all happen in a single evening? Sometimes questions have explanations that go way far beyond the answer that one expected, but are absolutely necessary in order to give said answer, so best thing to do is not ask the questions...
that's all I can offer.
sean.
Even though they tell a thousand stories
though the goddamn things cannot be
real,
but to me these comatose forcing down
the roads
waking to the spit hanging from my eyelashes fingernail claw marks raked across my throat & nude
expressionless
a million shotguns pointed to the death spots
no desire to cum ages since
I last cried & for what is a
memory long since forgotten along
w/who I love,
who loves me,
& just when was the last time there were
no fucking ghosts in these halls?
forget for just a momentthat life had barely begun.
These echoes go on forever &
save me from the silence, oh, the silence
the shit silhouettes making filthy love
on the bedroom ceiling,
making the paint weep as a witness,
as I suffocate under sheets.
Drown me!
Drown me!
Intoxicateda rude, purple vision no
bloodshot eyes & stumbled
vacant through the glass
wall for an hr. break.
Lick my scars & watch the cameras
rolloh, girlfriend after girlfriend
mindless screw insane stalkers looking
for something holy around me
but,
my scars shine only for youcrack open leak
the air of air trapped deep w/in the labyrinth
being guarded by shyness a crudely crafted
insecurity twelve middle fingers stitched &
stapled pointing in all directions to mimic
the reflections of the crystal gazes & Im
stoned just knowing you...
not knowing then you were gone forever &
only dreams fantasies as I rolled in
slumbersweating the darkness
tasting nothing but the sweetness
of your lips imagine the love that was
made a million times w/you by myself
sometimes cryingchances lost,
lost w/out you, still
...Its been too long since Ive seen my own brains. There are fires licking the back of my throat as I sit here, somewhere in that state of mind between drunk on tears and stoned on blood, and I cant shake the feeling that somehow I may not survive the night. Someonesomethingis going to rip up out of my bed as I thrash around battling the nightmares, and with one clean easy sweep, take my head off as a trophy. Thank God, Ill think, with a brain that moves further and further away from me as the minutes go by. Leave the rest of me for the rats, or the spiders...but not the roaches.
If I have one last dying wish, its that not one little cockroach touches my corpse. Please, grant me that.
Why the desire for all this? Will this all happen in a single evening? Sometimes questions have explanations that go way far beyond the answer that one expected, but are absolutely necessary in order to give said answer, so best thing to do is not ask the questions...
that's all I can offer.
sean.
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Remind me again darling, why you aren't published? You are my new Picaso.
-Char