Enjoying the carresses of your new love-gone-wrong?

I was left in the dark with a crack in the closet to see
the spaces between the volume on the T.V. You weren't there.
Only in my dreams you were.
Haunting me with that vampiric grin-like eating disorder
and those velvet eyes raping my skin with their touch. Fantastic.

Shooing you away like a fly to the defecation of my
human nation. There once was nothing but a sparklit inside
my dreary body. It was tired of being inside of itself
with nothing to mingle with at parties filled with drinks
and head games. Fantastic.

Now, being justified by all the actions in the past
and the rumours that are coming true. Now, finally breaking
the mirrors overlaying my shadows. Now, fearless and
unending desire for that one moment to laugh in the
crowd. Fantastic.

A misnomered neutral now. An interluded faded past.
The mocking bird cries as it lifts flight teasing
the bright-suited penguins staring longingly with
their jealousy. Fantastic.

12/13/2003

Posted on 12/13/2003
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