we aren't your playgrounds
we are not your anything
you are our equals

lies,
lies,
LIES!
the WORLD is built upon lies!
      lielielielie    

BOTH
husbands                      and                      wives
lov­ers                           and                        spies
wicked                         and                         wise
to each                          the                        other
                                                                ­      
                                                          ­          tries

to hide their truth
behind their eyes,
to wrap themselves
inside their lies.

i want to lick misery
i want to ****** heartache.
is it possible to hold pain?
to grasp the glass shards
that pierce through flesh;
the edges that cut through
bone and muscle
to make its way to your heart?
is it possible to taste the bitterness
that you've caused me?
my tongue is searching for the sour --
the sting that will help me know
it isn't all in my head.
is it possible to bottle my thoughts?
contain all the memories i have of you?

i don't know if i'd burn them
or bury them between my sheets.

                                      *-lf-

"The hour is late"
          I hear her say
          Not late enough to sleep
"Close your eyes"
         She whispers to me
         Soft words do sink
"Give me your hand"
         Still black around
         All sound is out
"Hold it please"
         I can feel her heart
         Beat and beat and beat
"...goodnight..."
         The hour is late
         Not late enough to sleep

dusk's               slowly          approaching         the           world
slowly              fading           is                           day’s        light
approaching    is                  men’s                    rest           dutily
the                    day’s            rest              ­         finally        moved
world               light            dutily                    moved       around

To simply
                 F
                   A
                      L
                         L

Asleep

In your arms

Could make

My

Life



Worth

L i v i n g.

my darling loves me
like the sun- turning me gold
and making me shine