Monday, October 31, 2005


albiet it is a bit late for this,
but i don't know how else to stay.

in my self indulgent hole that i lit,
i fell down and in my falling moments
the eyes alight with some sort of hope
thoughts of escaping
never seemed to grow.

tell me just once more to go,
and i will drive out back and dissolve.

Good morning, sunshine
i broke my hair when i fell,
its a cold white day, and i am inanimate,
waking up before you come,
to take off. like a torch in the night.

the drizzle of rain helps,
and i melt away in the shadows
of a grey fog irridescent light.

is this just like you imagined,
or was it something more preverse?


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