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05.05.03::24:03 lightening. taking a sacrosant leave of absence of puzzling numbers and ancient greek philosophers, only to clear my mind of the nothing that dwelled there, to listen to crying voices struck out over pianos, and the fall of a thunder-storm outside my window. bumps in the night have never set me so ill at ease, so peacefully wishing for a conscious slumber. i know i shouldn't be doing this, i know that i don't know any better. so pretend that i'm your queen, or your princess, and paint me up pretty in shades of pink and black, and i'll get rid of all my black leather and catholic school girl dresses, i swear, just doll me up beautiful and i'll be here. i'll stay this innocent forever, bash my brain to pieces so that she will never know that she's not what she is. i swear.
the filth does come off, you're just not trying hard enough. you're convincing yourself that it eats through your flesh when the only thing biting through is your own jaw. i can't pretend that i taste any better, but maybe taking all my blood might set you a bit at ease. i haven't had any reason for it. i'm not here to pretend that you're what you're not. just don't forget. your hair isn't curly, anyways. you're just jealous 'cause we're young and in love. you're stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation. you're spending all yr nights growing old in yr bedroom, and you've buried all your photos and you just want to forget it's over. you're just jealous 'cause we're young and in love. i'm not young and i'm not in love and you're not jealous, but i'll pretend to suck every ounce of meaning and blood out of a pathetic bars. never going to build myself up plaster columns to feast upon, i'd rather lick the powder and smile a sticky white smile, cry plastecine tears while the thunder strikes. it's timed to my calls, an electric kiss when my heart has stopped. i only can wish. necromancy. |