Tuesday, January 18, 2005
i am a fucking faggot. complex , you are a freak.
and i just took a moment
out of my life
to feel humiliated.
you were the seed
donated, against my victorious flight
my guardian, my lamp post
gratitude.
why cant i just be fearless?
once its been decomposed
once it is recycled
dont throw it away. you just might miss it someday
this garbage be broadcasted world wide
and there seems to be a lot of starving trash pickers
grabbing to lick her.
iv'e never been a prisoner of my emotions
this long to where i don't know what to do.
i blame, who made me forget some of it. i know
exactly why you're hurting me. anytime you can feel free.
and you can stop whenever. thank you for who you are.
you made me think ahead so far. and dig up some, secret
treasure.all of this i can measure. soon we'll be better.
i miss your nectar
and the shadows of dark trees
when we were on our feet
dreaming of the places we could be
and i left you to try once
and i found i could announce
the colours i truley was
and you accepted me. and we
sniffed glue a lot. and you loved me.
while find out you could cry too.
and im sorry you let me.
and it had to be about me.
and the things iv'e done, well
i just didn't know what it
would take of you. but i know now.
the lonely. wrinkled
shuffled man.
sits here night
after night
observing the life
he hasn't chased
the glares i face are saddening
to taste.
once he talked to me.
and it was brief
kind of creeping to me
now he sits on the edge
of the booth. with hands on both knees
and a blank slant, to his crooked
laughs at listening to the outsiders talk
do you know how hard it is not to lie?
i say i might not but i really do want to end it sometimes
you dont share so why should i?
chaser, chase.her. shots with a clever chaser
so she don't leave you
someone is forgotten
where the sidewalk ends
there's a curb and it bends
watch out if youre gonna step in
step off
to self absorbancy
do you not see me
waiting for the night to end
so i can sleep with you
skin inside skin in our bed
you're hot when im cold
so i know that you care
is it me that's there
within your heart there.
sometimes i know youre wrong
say you told me the truth
its you who's in you most of these nights
i lye on this neverending carpet floor
naked and starving
answer the door.
almost dead and waiting
singing, to stop crying. sing sing sing
banging and bruising the skin that is yours.
the carpets alone
your unconcious and cannot tell.
vinegar and salt
everything is my fault.
A lie and a farce and a fake;
x 7:24 PM
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