.
Softly we return
Unto a sense that we are
Human beings
||
In the middle of WAR
we simply pretend
That we aren't
;
thusly all is Temporary
( temporary as our love )
;:;
we
We we We
( what ? ----- I don't know )
/
We move around
We work for money
We fuck
That's all
....
Here we are
Working and fucking
And writing poems
!! ?? !!
we write as if our lovers were gods and goddesses
We write as if we ourselves are scum
;:;
we write to some imaginary nameless
Formless
YOU thing
•
Pledging eternal love to a figment of our minds
NO ONE ACTUALLY READS THE POEMS THAT WE WRITE
We are as the DeaD
)(
After a while we pack up our dicks and pussies
And go home and become drug addicts
••
We never really write to each other
Or talk to each other
Or in any form communicate with each other
..
YOU.. !
an imaginary teddy bear
!
we share YOU with each other
( We are nice )
•••
Someone tried to prove someone was actually alive here but they couldn't
•
I LOVE YOU
( see my scars ! )
"""
we are pathetic
We won't change
//
Come
( Really )
Really it is true
That we are really human beings