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07.12.03::24:36 saccharine candles &;blow them out strangers blink in untold mirrors; how i;d love to scratch my fingernails deep enough into yr face. a tainted memory of ugly loves that i;ve never had. a disgusting list of wants; bruised &;broken for lack of want; basic encessities forgotten like white scarves in the back of taxicabs. black panties, is this ever enough? strawberry wrists, is this ever enough? i can;t stand this; clawing at my skin &;dreaming of yr insides. you scream of hate &;horseback riding, &;all i need is to forget that face in riverbed reflections. tainted memories, spoiled light &;distouched canvases. hiding behind silver plastic, an imperfect coverup that never seems to cover enough, never seems to show enough. blood drips down my back, dreaming of black haired boys who never dream at all. /yes/s and /no/s tranfigured to a cancerous diagnoses. ::past::the::point::of::no::return. get her away from me; buxom babes &;candle flickers. yr face above flames; smoke stained visage. burn. burn.
i;m sleeping in tombs now, darkened concrete the size of boy;s beds. chemicals flowing freely through this fragile form but i;ve never put them there. i;d do anything for another hit, angel, babes asleep in flowing, bloodstained robes. christ in bed with me tonight; nothing will ever be angelic &;worthy of sinking so low. ones &;sixes all add up to a fragmented conclusion --- i don;t get it. a blade. a blade. just one more torn blade &; //i;ll let this one pass//. necromancy. |