intemperate

There’s no antidote 
for my obsession
-
it pulls my veins 
like puppet strings.

A lovesick lullaby 
that lures me to the 
brink of insanity.

It’s an addiction 
that cannot be 
satisfied– an 
endless withdrawal,
like a vampire damned by my own 
dark desire.

It’s more than 
your blood that 
I crave... 

I’m feeding on 
fantasies of you

like they were a 
feast laid in heaven,
swallowing saintly 
secrets of carnal sin.

For even the devil 
would languish in 
the flames
of this 
inferno ignited by 
the chaos of my lust.

Darling, worlds will burn 
when I collide 
with you...

Lethal dose.

I’m not addicted to drugs.

I’m addicted to his voice.

Addicted to his smile.

To his smell..

His thoughts.

No, I’m not addicted to drugs.


I am addicted

to a far more

lethal substance.

the system

I am begged for pocket change around every corner,
and in between televised scripting when the government
controls their money.
They created this system.
Why are they still searching?

the blur

I can feel my body in the shut down state.
I see the lights glimmer, right before they fade. 
I lose control of breathing, as it steadies to a halt.
And I count the seconds between thoughts,
no time to sleep.

My eyes rest with lids open wide,
blurring everything to black.
Closing ever slowly, like a curtain to the stage.

The time it takes to live, resides longer in my mind
than on paper or reality, and dreams cease to exist.

aphonic

His words were toxic,
and I slowly became a wasteland.
And for the first time,
it seems as though
I’ve run out of words...
Because I’ve always
had something to say,
but there are no words here.

Regeneration

Reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands
of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into
a half-baked moron consuming all this trash
that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.

The collection

He holds a secret collection


of magic cures behind his smile.

And somehow- every single time,

he knows just what one to use.


Like drugs dispensed
 from his lips

that feed my addiction...




I can finally breathe again.

justifications.

repetitive cycle.one you can't break.

denial. excuses. yeah. fuck you.

you've had more than you can take

round and round you spin, destructive and lethal.

on a fucked up binge of self hate.

hate for the world, you drink it away.

you're bored. here comes an apology.

justifications

pretexts

rationalizations

toxic, cutthroat, cataclysmic is your way.

with a side of suicidal takeover strategy.

everyday is dealt,

everyday has a tomorrow,

it seems you have no future,

you've hit rock bottom,

with nothing left to borrow.

forces of attraction

Indelible impressions


captured
 by the mind’s eye.


A video loop on replay.

Pause. 

Replay...

He lends his lips
 to my skin,

like he is promising this canvas,

that 
his fingers have not forgotten its color.

I have
 never felt like I
 exist more than 
I do,
when he
 touches me.

Now forever

a reference


a recollection


a fiber of memory


a permanent part of our DNA.


The most beautiful story

written in invariable ink.

An unerasable moment in time,

shared between two souls.

Pause. 

Replay...

sedation

"You don't get shit!" he said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I would never be this way if it wasn't for you! I've never felt this way until you! It was always about a piece of ass, then suddenly, there you were, and I was in love. I've never been this in love in my Goddamn life! So in love, it fucking hurts! It has physically made me sick. You're a monster. You're an evil, wicked, hateful person. You took my life, you took it all, every last piece, and ruined me! You fucked me up. And guess what? Even after destroying me to nothing, you are still everything to me. I still fucking love you and I hate myself for that."