Thursday, November 22, 2001

oh let me lie here

leave me dark and dead
alone with restless creature habits
you think i've destroyed in myself.
you are wrong, happily so
you would prefer to imagine me
leaning against this wall
confidently rather than
crouched in the corner of it,
slicing with razorblades at
skin long since dead.
keep your delusions;
i know the bloody truth.

Thursday, November 1, 2001

expiration

you know it's time to leave
when you hit that dead, still silence
all you can do is look at him
and smile, regretfully.
you can always tell it's over,
but people in love
try so hard not to live in reality.