I have purged my sacred atmosphere

of billious and twisted countenances

the only one spitting bile this time

is myself



i ***** poison into the eyes of my love

but she keeps on kissing my aching skin

she says she loves me still

even though her eyesockets are but hollow gapes at this moment



i'm so scared to leave this prison

the place i have been living for the past 100 years or so

i destroy the passion i once felt for my kindred

so that i may leave with you, on our ship to the stars



let me be your moon at midnight

as you are the all-encompassing vacuum in my heart

let me enter you and combust within you

it is the reason for my creation



i dream of writing your forbidden name into my skin

your secret name, hidden even from your perception

for if you hear it, it will be wounded

it has happened before

it must not be uttered

i only scream it inside when i shatter and die within you



kiss me now



kiss me with those lips that you we're born with, but that belong to me

gaunt creature that wounds with bitter prose

it is thee, the 13th wraith of wich i speaketh to

no exorcism may deprive thee of thy demons

thine hatred is a monstrous behemoth

and thou art the architect of thine own madness



i have given thee songs and music

to accompany thine addictions

thou art fire and fire blackens

i am murky waters and thou drownest in mine dephts

i shouldst have let thee drown, but i loved thine timid soul



our boats have parted forevermore

you sit by some shore, praying to thine vaporous goddess

i am some secret ocean, you cannot dream to fathom

my inner world is a soup of words and sounds

images and places float into one-another

ideas **** eachother and give birth to new meaninglessness

i often repeat myself

and thoughts replay perpetually

how do you abstain from thinking?

i'm an idiot

and i feel to much

but i'm lucky i have you now



let's die *******

in the feeble shadow

cast by the cherry tree

the depression of you

still sleeps in the grass

after all these years...



you fell asleep next to me

and i stole glances of your kind face

for the longest time...

i understood the secrets

you tried to withold



beautiful secrets



now they are a part of me

forever



i am haunted by your breathing

your head against my shoulder

in the shadow

cast by the old cherry tree

blossoms caressing the sanctuary

where your body once slept

next to mine



Without you

i am but a shadow

at night

i dream of your abscence

in the dark of the night

i am forced to participate in a sequence

of mad scenes

of a life in wich we are seperate

and no longer one clashing unity

on the insane stage of my mind

i see faces in the laughing audience

familiars from my past life

my mortal life

the life that i used to live

the life without you in it

i scream at them

i plead them to help me

to help me find you

to help me remember something

but they spit and grin

and i am forced to wander this brave new world

alone

but with you engraved upon my heart



somehow i find you

or something that reminds me of you

a figure that represents you

but it is distorted and ugly

it is a shadow

i present to this darkling

my undying love for you

but it is not you

so it cannot fathom the depths of my passion

my passion for you

my passion for us

so i turn away

and venture broken, and alone

into the wastelands



the imperators of my mind

the ones who rule my personal darkness

who sits on the amorphous throne

of my tormenting imagination

creates a dread barrier

seperating me from you entirely

for you are the stars

my stars...

the heavens have been chained

with a dark and terrible force

i am trapped here on this mortal soil

trapped on earth

while you await in the sky

but my love is strong

it is undefeated

i strike up at the skies

tearing a rift in the very fabric of space

i soar up towards you

like a lightning bolt from hell

while the earth crumbles and dies beneath us

i am coming
---------------------------
and i awake

you are right next to me

you always were

i was searching in vain

despairing in vain

my exausted breaths

gently touching you precious nape



i love you to death

so i kiss you

i kiss your frail body

i trace my tongue everywhere

i all the divine places upon you

you tremble beneath my masterly touch

like an exquisite instrument

designed specificaly for my hands

you tremble

i swallow you whole

and your waves drown in my ocean

i devour all of you

nothing tastes sweeter to me



then all is silent

you are pleased and happy

i am infringed still

a demon inside

waiting for you to reach out to me

as i reach out to you

i will wait forever

i will come to you

if you wish it

but i need to know you truly wish it

and when i know...

She walks ahead of me proudly flaunting those red stilettos,
And I think that's the colour, of a million crushed hearts.

I guess I'm next.

I fled to the bathroom.
Only to be reminded of
our first night together.
Your gentle hands
lifting me on the counter.
Intoxicating kissing
flush cheeks,
with shower steam
cloaked behind us.
I unhooked my bra,
and climbed into bed.
Half expecting you to be there
waiting for me,
like how you did
when I got home from class.
I wanted to be able to count
the stars on your skin.
I can't seem to fall asleep
without being beneath
your heaven.

When you are sad, I will dry your tears
When you are scared, I will comfort your fears
When you need love, my heart I will share...
When you are sick, for you I will care...
You will feel my love when we are apart
Knowing that nothing will change my heart
When you are worried, I will give you hope...
When you are confused, I will help you cope...
I am here now because I love you
I want to be with you forever and always..
My sad tears are all for you....
I vow I am waiting forever
for you........

**** it up,* they'll say
and sit up straight.

But don't you see that we cannot simply do as we are told?

Our generation as a whole is the sweaty gym sock lost between lockers
and the confusion between the zebra being black with white stripes or white with black stripes
and the fine print on the advertisements that reads "for entertainment purposes only"


We, as one, are towered over
underpowered
piled upon with high pressure
and the balloon has to someday burst.

You can be whatever you want to be is the number one statement that the Statue of Liberty cannot hold for her hands are too high and the meaning is written in a frequency too low.
We are are the glass bones that will shatter on wood and there is no carpet or cushion below us and we are tumbling down in what we think we love and what we know we hate.

When the scissors cut crooked, think of us.

We are slammed while we slam and try to create a steady beat which goes stray within the car horns and crow caws.

Small and underestimated.