Today, just an ounce of a human being, but... as we shall never share a future, nor bring the world to its knees.. Why should I not drown in the past?

In all sincerity, poignant is the distance to keep on reminding me, that what once were, can no longer be. The truth is, all words demand vengeance and they persist to fall short, to fail me.. but I breathe, I breathe... -*

/Kal

In the light of day and dark of night, the time to make up your mind about people is never,

. . . however,

once you've become inconvenient and as they remain absent,

for better or for worse, in sickness and in health,

thank them so very much for their wishes

and vow to let go.

Your caress has turned to mold,
to keep me good you said:
"someday, if only.."
this way,
I vivisect,
my dead soul with your
increased failed words
while I shelter
on this avenue that you walked on,
once with hopes for your return
and....going going gone.

The bad habit of my fantasies
a stillborn hunger
so massively
I wish for you
to do me violently,
in the back of your car
like a deity,
like that cigarette that never leaves your mouth
Inhale me deeply
blow the smoke out
and let me spread
from your lungs into the hole in your heart.

Drive me far - I won't object,
lick at my scars as to infect and
indulge yourself with me,
tangle in the kiss
that eyes grace
upon naked skin
dazzled by delicate writs.
As your most needed need
force me to please.

And I will cry
when the rain falls,
I do it once more for you
as if taught
to obey teardrops,
so pure
I lay them in front of you to hold
buttons to be pushed, no,
tear them apart
won't you?

-11

How long?
How long now
Must I dwell on you

Upon this bed
We will misread
Some good intentions for bad
Laid to rest
The quest for my heart begins
Between your legs
As the item in your chest belongs to someone
Who’s not there yet
Though you may think
As I may have
Some colorful bitterness to confess
I remain silent
I undo your dress
Made out of glass
A cut caress, and it cuts me
At my best

With fluid spent, between the sheets
You outstare my descent, displeased
No fire here, not you, but in me
An explosion, another cig

“Again, eat me half to sleep”

How long?
How long now
Must I dwell on it?

For the rose to bloom
As rotten as me
Inside you.
-11

You look impressive on paper.
Though form is temporary while class is forever.
It is no shocker, that you know not the significance of the latter.
You look impressive on paper.

Like a cup of coffee gone cold.
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giving up the ghost
you such a flirt
to steal it all
as I wake up
and if you think this is over
you got some nerve
as impossible as
I remain destructible

in the downfall
there is no logic at all

and you got some nerve
to come here
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...

The beginnings are never quite sudden but always so exciting and fun. We are masters, with our considerable knowledge that it will end before it has even begun, it will end when the jokes and insults turns into questions that no master has the answers for. We are masters, forevermore. And no longer just deserters who have trouble letting go. The show will go on, and like so many times before, the stage and the audience is the two of us. In its most intimacy and secrecy, with your negligence and my disobedience, it will be another sell out and with the fire led by desire upon the scenery, most regretfully, we will probably not make it to that exotic island this time either.
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