all we are:
lonely hearts
looking for anything
to bridge the gap.
oh, medusaesque
****** blade with a diamond hilt
clean cut house with padded walls
storm hidden in the cloudy valley.
red-laced bottle of pride
running fast as your legs can go to keep away the
terrors.
busy is a lifestyle to
fiercly avoid the memories.
you can keep them one step behind
as long as you don't ever stop.
sometimes i think you're eight out of nine lives away from dying on the front step.
but
this cat
always lands on its feet.
'rev the ignition
straight on to oblivion
into a void
as pure as they come'
- pat the bunny
