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You Are Sleeping and My Thoughts Are on You
When you wake, will you read, feeding all my deepest needs,
though not so deep as to affect my inner tasting of your health.
You lay there now I am so sure with me within your head as
you breath in the night time air that is cooling you now, Winter
is here in all of its destruction…my peace is dieing with the
asphodels. I see those honey suckles blooming around me
everywhere, the smell of youth, the warmth of your sex, the
haunting of everything I ever chose not to be in this instant
of gratification, this churning in the stomach, changing my
name and eating that plum in a fit of ecstasy until I gag on the
pit, cutting off the air supply, stopping my heart oh thank
goodness my heart is done, there is no more of you, there is
no more wasting away each day at the thought of you corrupting
everything I hold close to me. I am so fucking tired now; tired of
this tired of everything I can never be despite wanting so bad.
You’ve fucked that all up, now haven’t you, you piece of derision
channeling my anguish into nothing until I cannot even move.
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