Scars dip, drip; trash the picture
you once were. A dream is but a dream,
but this is ******** reality! Get your
a** off the couchpotatohead.
Oh, wait, was that too harsh for
your unachieved mind to wrap around
and squeeze the juice out of, like you
do to everyone else? Apparently so,
for you're tasting yours as salt
on your lips for the first time,
while my a** falls off my body.
Finally nailed your own still-beating
heart to that frame. Your lungs
---helium balloons, filling and deflating,
even past the punctures---pumping pulses of
air defying logic (using my banter as fuel).
Haha!
Puzzle this piece of karmic s**t roundabout
with me swinging the bat, taking hits.
GGGGGAGGSGGGGGHGGTGGEGGS
GGGLGGSGGGGGGSGGAGGTGGR
It was only a mirror-masked image of
---am I becoming---you.
 Lovers Never Tell · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 09:28am · 0 Comments |
