posted June 29, 2005 02:18 PM
when you're closed you don't feel
and the light upon you is black
there is love, but, where?I am tired
In you I am who I am
the person that is oblivious
beautiful magic
the magic that is me always
through the pain and ugliness of the outside
I seek pleasure through illusions
of your eyes and heart
my mirror, sweet little mirror
my beloved pillow with chamomile scent
f*ck me, cracked, torn, brooding
sator arepo tenet opera rotas
get the f*ck out
You stood there chipping piece by piece
second by second
to be complete
I'm the fallen f*cking tower
Oh how I hate you and yearn your demise
Oh how I ache you
Oh the f*cking hurt
This is what I write and I hate it
The more I know, the less I seek
Sometimes I say life is my enemy and my love is my demise.