i am rather glum. i feel the slow moan of winter coming on. and everything's wrong.
this body is warm beside me. and never sees me smolder. my eyes burn green.
let me slide into the water. so cold. you're the only thing will swallow me.
my spine is etched in graphite. the excess dust smears my shivering thoughts. too much longing. too many words fill me to the lip.
the corners of my mouth bleed discontent.
the words of my heart. echo and rush together.
trampling one another with nightmare voices. violence. I cannot own it.
strike these bare walls with fist and fuck and fury.
no response.
curl into this sweating glistening oily light. tear at sheets. cough up this truth so gut wrenching no one will listen to me. this ugly.
where can I find grace? what hollows of the earth will cradle me?
your closing words left an emptiness. your ghost so cruel and quiet.
this hole so deep. it's meaning more chaotic than just my life can tell.
my secrets are shallow wells full of murder victims.
great cardinal fungus blooms from the chest. wax yellow skin. ripe and ripping. no depth in muddy eyes. china blue where the tears collected.
the color of the t.v screen. watching and waiting.
giving up again. failing but fulfilling the circle.
this body is warm beside me. and never sees me smolder. my eyes burn green.
let me slide into the water. so cold. you're the only thing will swallow me.
my spine is etched in graphite. the excess dust smears my shivering thoughts. too much longing. too many words fill me to the lip.
the corners of my mouth bleed discontent.
the words of my heart. echo and rush together.
trampling one another with nightmare voices. violence. I cannot own it.
strike these bare walls with fist and fuck and fury.
no response.
curl into this sweating glistening oily light. tear at sheets. cough up this truth so gut wrenching no one will listen to me. this ugly.
where can I find grace? what hollows of the earth will cradle me?
your closing words left an emptiness. your ghost so cruel and quiet.
this hole so deep. it's meaning more chaotic than just my life can tell.
my secrets are shallow wells full of murder victims.
great cardinal fungus blooms from the chest. wax yellow skin. ripe and ripping. no depth in muddy eyes. china blue where the tears collected.
the color of the t.v screen. watching and waiting.
giving up again. failing but fulfilling the circle.
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hypnogogic:
off the subject......but, I love the maxx, i forgot all about that comic.
jcup:
You are one of the four under my dating profile matches. Thus far all of my matches have Godspeed under their favorite bands. And I was reading the comment left above. Im not sure if you allready go to Hive, but I worked it for a minute tonight. Usually I go, but I had to work the Interpol show upstairs and train some guys. I think Hive is seriously the best crowd at the Crystal. I try to show up at all of them. It has a great vibe there and the people are so polite and cool to everyone. I like to go to Dante's Sinferno first and then finish up at Hive...it makes it a full and great night. Well anyways...hello and sorry for bogging your journal up.