find me.
in these words.
devour me.
until it hurts.

maybe we could plunge
into nothingness together.
where we can waste
time forever.
just the two of us,
lonesome life forms
floating in the
atmosphere molded by
sheer desire.
promise, there will be no
tears and heartbreaks.
no sorrow, no rainy days.
we will abandon our minds
and vanish together with
the air, the blackness.
then the blankness in
your heart will be filled
by my own emptiness.
the firm silence will
consume us. we’ll hear
nothing, here, we’ll be
safe and sound.
right or wrong will not
exist, no faith to
tell us what we want.
the dead space, it
will envy us. then slowly
the abyss will
feast on us until we
get lost and never be
found.

bukowski said, find what you love and let
it **** you*.

well, i am long dead before i met you.

wake up your soul,
the gods are asleep.

dream of a rainy evening,
i am all yours tonight.

to the times you felt alone
in the crowd.
when the promise of another
lifetime wore you out.

those stolen images, familiar feelings
that woke you up.
the empty streets, rainy days that
made you sad.

for the old soul who never
looked back.
the soul who stopped dreaming.
i’m your memory reaching out
from the past.

i say.
carry on,
carry on.
it wasn’t a lie
and this one’s for you.

pretentious twisted words.

on a saturday night.

i wrote poetry.

so they may never understand.

my broken heart.