she's in my mind only, ever in my mind. i am a beast drinking blood in cold shadows. she's on the stairs towards the gods with gold-flake mirrors on fire. i can't be soothed by their plasma flesh pixels anymore. i can't be soothed by their carbon copies. i will soon be below their real for good. in need no more of the soft same semblance displayed on the shelves. i swim in deep pools collecting aloneness on high. the romantic disaster laughter is muted. these days i can't help but feel, every now and then, that death is a great kindness in disguise, but