zombieshark

work went well, finally finished my little pseudo-fractal drawing, and i'm about to go for a drive just because i can. i missed feeling this way. ambition is good

paralyzed i stare as headlights burn away.
stood my ground, a knife across my throat.
blind to her smile, drops it to the floor.
release acidic bullets from a wicked tongue,
these words she speaks, will split me wide.
our middle ground just a narrow empty plane.
bleeding eye sockets slit up small with tears,
like sorrowed waterfalls down our wasted faces.
bitter syringe embedded in her forked tongue,
if only, to end me, to kill me; poisoned by love.


if anyone calls, i'll be in the basement.
are you friend or foe of the strongbadians?