2004-09-23 - 1:36 a.m.
Believability my strong-arm
laying basements with blanket stares'
Blanketed by the starS
1AM the disembowelment have to leech past languages' DId you Imagine Interrupting a genius's stare?
It'S hard to imagine imagining anyone beyond you.
Bound and conquered Cobra frontier access sleeplessness slowly
even a slight change In who you are may bring the wolves on
Because we were not set here like some loose fitting Silhouettes to just
endure what you'd call fair (no it has never been) is fair.
SO now I'm sick of it all. Healthily sick of myself... again
Fucking Over the end on a page behind where the eyes read.
Somehow still I think to myself about rain An old Soul song, a yellow shirt in Austin on stage..that sometimes way you would give In and smile; say isn't it nice the sun just set.
Take the body from the clothes. Air dry recalls of forgiveness
We're gonna Dry your eyes, all you weathered veins.
Keep Training my muscles to enlarge; such gaping hot exotic separations
from your lips. Oh it kills me good.
keep on boy . you're winning her over.
