Streetlights flood the empty lanes of your
heart with shadow and fluorescent swearing;
The gutters run rich with your next meal
of regurgitated sorrow. Involuntarily and wholly
unladylike. Now stand up an be a man!
The train tumbles in a straight line to the
blood splattered like graffiti on your stucco skin;
'X' marks the spot, 'XXXX', stitches across your
eyelids and. Quite possibly over the remains of your
soul. At least it's holding together.
Dial-a-friend, Rent-a-conscience, Hire-a-shoulder-to-cry-on
or at least to break down the splintering door;
Filth and your pet morality have found
a home behind the Ark of the Covenant:
I don't smoke, but I make a point of carrying a lighter. For the explicit purpose of being able to say: "No, sorry, I don't", when someone is looking for a light. All the while knowing that my back pocket is heavy with the little lie.
It turns out that lighters are also useful for burning things. Things such as my favourite pair of jeans. It is because of this small, seemingly irrelevant fact that I no longer go skinny-dipping. And it was this small, seemingly irrelevant fact, which was indirectly responsible for my position at this particular point in time.
I was naked except for the aura of foolishness that pervaded me, whilst I was perch
My broken soul, thy broken mould
To the devil now, it is sold
Mine, the sin through which you were born
Lust, and Gaia's sweet seduction.
Fruit of my loins, I've no reply
Why have I brought you, here to die?
Life, the sin in that you were born
Fools, for once again rushing in.
Lost from Heaven, fallen to Hell
Earth holds no promise, prison cell
Hope, the sin that would have you born
Blind, wanted all but deserved none.
If God is all, and all is sin
Then nothing matters, you can't win
We, the sinners that had you born
Filth, happy family we've become.
(A) First, recommend to me:
1.) a movie:
2.) a book:
3.) a musical artist, song, or album:
4.) a video game:
(B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want:
1.)
2.)
3.)
(C) Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything
I've gone through my gallery and moved all the deviations I didn't think too much of to my scraps folder. I had 80-something deviations, now I have 60-something :)