love letter to my enemy by Indigo Tempestafeel my fever--it kills. god is like that; an ever-burning unknowledge, the fever is sticky. i cannot want more than tomorrow or less than comprehension of nothing. if only; for the last time i saw you you had lost 30 pounds and were inhuman. a mad fire burned in your skull and i--i was repulsed by your sick and starved longing--hidden. i know what goes on in that diseased brain i tried long ago to share it but you were embarassed and cruel. so i said die and then the universe crumpled without you in it.
forget about insanity--when you get your future it will be made of clay. i will watch but fearful will not guide your hands or even gentle offer. it is not hate but your misshapen scorn--and god must have mercy in the everywhere of it all
for you. 03/17/2003 Posted on 03/18/2003 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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