What Memories?
beckoning a dream, without the repulsion of bodies best set
together. the same dancing decaying soul overwhelming itself
again. the perpetual act of destroying lucidity. watch as it
consumes me through her eyes... inferring an unreasonable
consciousness, screaming for calamity of a solitary heart!
even my reflection creeps with shadows... dining on my
diminishing hope and joy. watch as i self-destruct and
slide back into my hole.
feed my trepidation sorrow to keep the stress crawling. teach me
how to cry again... feignly, meaninglessly. burn my desire in the
forshadowing of my next great fall. illuminating in elegance singing
through my effigy... in the darkest visual hue. the shallow end
of the vein, in a vessal of withering self-assurance, wading
through afflictions carved by a woman's hand, bound to my tears.
listen to my stark elegiac songs, as i preach them one last
time. put your gun to my head so i dont reiterate yesterday.
the portent is growing today... annihilate rapturous illusions
behind my eyes.
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