there are two kinds of people in the world, the bad and the good, ones who start fires and ones who put them out, I start fires....i don't know if that's bad or good....
4 Oc 13 Pop 12.18.2.14.10
the swirling kaleidoscope of demons tirelessly taunting me...
listlessness within my slumber, licentious through all my interactions....
every shot bombarding me with indecision causing the explanations to overflow unrestrained and seen only with a glance of unappreciated adoration...ha.....no,
it isn't me, it never was, and never will be....underneath every gesture of sympathy, they swirl from within the iris of my eye exploding into clusters of blinding photographs of where i've been and where i am going but never where i am...
every tear convoluted with self loathing and misunderstood affections, branding my cheeks with track marks that glow in the dark and burn in the light...
my lips locked and my tongue paralyzed and lifeless like the last cockroach i stepped on in the mausoleum with the revolving door...
i will always be here when they arrive and they will always be there when i transcend.....
the swirling kaleidoscope of demons ..
laughing ...
smiling ...
promising ...
taunting...
pushing the blackness of my heart further into darkness.....
waking up to find myself still searching for the trap door at the end of the tunnel where the bullets are flying...
and the bullets are singing for everybody..
for anybody...
for me...
you sat alone in the fire, you sold love, your soul... you sat alone and tired, your sole love, you sold.... you suffer alone, your sole love, your soul... you laughed alone, your soul you sold.... you sat alone now suffer.....now i sit alone... my soul, i enjoy and suffer, both, alone and tired in the fire
no trigger
