No Parachutes,Safety Nets,Souls,Or Hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten If this be so I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope I of no past collection hold thought To forget is gruesome and beautiful My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love the optimists run in circles pretenders of despair hunt themselves Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood Nothing comforts anything No advice ....just surprises