killdamirror

A distant siren song plays while I fill my soul with bile and spite. Giving into the emptiness. The terror of fantasy stealing my spine until I am too weak to fight it. Mind playing a never ending stream of tricks on my soul. Gotcha. Another piece lets loose, falling into the hands of my fears, granting them the reins on my heart. Loneliness forgetting it once was hand in hand with hope. Ha, to hope. That has been lost along the way, just another piece, broken off and given to yet another foolish fear. Frightening pictures hang on the walls inside my mind. Furniture overturned, or missing or perhaps, they were never there to begin with. I can

I have long forgotten my reasons for abandoning these passions. My path of misery and frivolous nights spent tangled between the covers of lamenting lackluster erotica lead me to a painfully infuriating silence I cannot begin to fill. The echos of my heartbeats leave me as hollow as every nearly forgotten lover after they had spent all of their sweet words and lip service praises. Suppose they had remembered that what lay between their sweat and sheets felt something other than their piteous loveless-making, that the hum and rhythm was more soul than heart, perhaps they would have understood how much they broke both in turn. Each moment breat

Learning to cry for the lie in the sky Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 08:30 pm   I wonder why.. Why.. I deny the lie in the sky. When I feel so high I try and I try to not deny the lie in the sky I cry and I cry for the lie in the sky So the lie is the guy who can fly so very high With no tie to the guy smoking tye on the sly hes the guy with the tie to your lie and I cry and I cry for that lie in the sky