my wolf is yet a plague of thought,
again I am consumed by loves gentle rock.
the more it shields me from the stench of my rot,
I remember all I once forgot.
no one has caught my heart,
in fact,
I think it's torn apart
so raw, the tragedy of desire
the smoldering fire of blue flames
burn my love into a smoke,
which I inhale with the attempt
to recycle and filter out all the hurt I've caused.
to myself
to others
and for no one.
a romantic dying hard
trying not to escape the truth
while at the same time trying not to create any lies.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
my wolf is yet a plague of thought,
again I am consumed by loves gentle rock.
the more it shields me from the stench of my rot,
I remember all I once forgot.
no one has caught my heart,
in fact,
I think it's torn apart
so raw, the tragedy of desire
the smoldering fire of blue flames
burn my love into a smoke,
which I inhale with the attempt
to recycle and filter out all the hurt I've caused.
to myself
to others
and for no one.
a romantic dying hard
trying not to escape the truth
while at the same time trying not to create any lies.
