posted June 29, 2005 02:18 PM         

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