thirst.

to my kingdom of unfathomed wisdom:
such diluted dormancy
i savored tasting gun metal,
from you my opiate,
we were bloodful harnesses..

what is wanting...

trying once freed me to see means;
i guess starting something special,
meant breaking it in precaution.
for in return i look at pictures of you
like my mirror..
irregardless of circumstance;
i would regress to melancholy,
be souless for a worthwhile,
uphold a transparence..
i would believe everything.
and would want more
of your whatever..

i would stab icepicks with it,
fly with tuberculosis for wings,
succumb to boredom,
and listen to TV as i never did before,
just like the moment you left
alone.
all for the divine sentiment,
you could spit in my face forever..

those weren't lies
but failsafe devices,
to kill what kills,
and to breed
what hails to a melody..
yet,
i feel so vigorous
even cathartic being scathed by fists.
liking malnourishment,
substituting cigarettes for meat.
i'd be deaf from my thoughts,
surrendering..

i knew i was somewhere being wise.
i strangle it's neck
but it is headless,
no groan.
the dread begets passion,
hearing a priest talk
that my lust for love is a brute desire.

exceptionally,
hurt from you..
i go hungry
sleep in the gutter,
i please myself of eyeless fairies,
implying i was chased by rabid dogs,
and got away with stealing oil pastels.
a lifetime a person would pay..
a threshold an athlete would push..
and music, oh so music;
even a moron would levitate with..

i swore too much to be under,
but just for our story to tell,
i awoke contented
sometime humbly fantastic,
living and ending,
i had once known
i slept next to you.

for

greetings and goodbye,
(be my bow to you so discreet)
angel, my christmas gift..
guilt as i your hope..
i see you from where you left me.
even if you will, you remain undiminished.
for this next one is for you...

for this next one is for you...

for this next one is for you...