in pursuit of happiness, we fall face first in the laps of laughter.
ahh,the sweet taste of death on your lips, the tears streaming down your breasts.
at last we've met our match in the rippled reflections from our past.
my skin reeks of your beauty, my tongue craves your flesh, hopelessly.
as the blood drains from these veins, the memories bleed out the same.
-dlm2
