She layed there causally with a
cigarette hanging from her ruby lips
the same lips that crushed me just moments before.

Her perfect skin seemed almost invincible
'..but I got inside, yeah, I know I did.'
and she loved every second
every abstract swipe
when our bodies
were intertwined.

I love her utterances, but how could such a beautiful creature
be so fervently blasphemes?
'it doesnt make sense..'
"what doesn't make sense?"

Oh.. nothing.

She loves to make me feel mediocre
comparing me to her other lovers
but I know, shes just looking to gain
the upperhand.

I compact myself into her
as she becomes constrict
making her sapphired gaze roll backward
into a skull thickspread with bleached flaxen.

yeah, she's fucking gorgeous.
now if only her heart were of the same equivalent.

We've got this whole cliched routine memorized
so we don't even have to pretend to enjoy it anymore.
our electricity is nothing short of superficial
when two bodies move together
I feel absolutely nothing.

So absorb that cigarette
cradle it on your inevitable mouth
melanize your insides to nothing more than calamitous debris
than, I shall smile and my speech will be slurred as I comment
on this unfortunate calamity,
and how you always were

so
fucking
beautiful.

08/20/2003

Posted on 08/20/2003
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