kisskiss

depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
sitting, staring
overburdened eyes
smell of perfume
with passion waiting
give way to smirking
ogles and stares

waiting waiting
moments drawing...ever nearer
sink into passion
with sweet remorse
take me with you
take me away from here

chasing, sinful
with cheap red lipstick
empty bottles,
and fists of hair

servant service
begs so forsaken
looking onward
shallow and empty
tired, so empty
finally opened eyes

a dawn, a morning
in which to awaken
to find trembling
liberation makes you wear
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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