The rain beats off the air conditioner
You sniffle
upset again
you've been messaging
desperately awaiting a response
I miss you
the past
just too overwhelming
salting my open wound
i swallow the lump
and hold back a choke
my voice cracks as i try to speak
One more sleepless night
the unspoken wears away at you
your stomach is twisting and knotting
When will I see you again?
my vexatious heart has been squeezed dry
Abandoned
the cord
selfishly ripped from us once more
hidden under your covers
footsteps climb the stairs
Just wait. Please.
as the tears fall down your beautiful cheeks
you say your sad goodbyes
its late and we both must be going
Dawn will soon be breaking
And so will we
Sunday, September 30, 2007
beyond rocks.
SON OF A BITCH
BASTARD
PIG
FORGET YOU KNOW MY NAME
i WANT YOU TO HURT AS i DO
in search of my little black book
i shall sell my soul
for you to taste every last drop of my vengence
BASTARD
PIG
FORGET YOU KNOW MY NAME
i WANT YOU TO HURT AS i DO
in search of my little black book
i shall sell my soul
for you to taste every last drop of my vengence
Saturday, September 29, 2007
reflections of the past
the reflection off the river
illuminates the darkest corners of her mind
the buzz of the crickets
competing with the buzz of the wine
Her being ablaze.
the calm of the ripples
is no match for the constant tornado
She burns away like the amber of Her cigarette
her old life
a faint hum in the distance
It calls for Her.
the never ending sleepless nights
have reemerged a new addiction
Does it ever end?
or is it a reality within Her fiction...
illuminates the darkest corners of her mind
the buzz of the crickets
competing with the buzz of the wine
Her being ablaze.
the calm of the ripples
is no match for the constant tornado
She burns away like the amber of Her cigarette
her old life
a faint hum in the distance
It calls for Her.
the never ending sleepless nights
have reemerged a new addiction
Does it ever end?
or is it a reality within Her fiction...
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