Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Jul 19, 2011 21:23:19 GMT -5
A/N: omfg I'm going to fall owo
Brain-stem Genocide
this is the senselessness of youth:
tasting of wheat, of weed;
this is the senseless urging of a woman:
slick thighs, heavy thighs.
We shiver and moan, but it's all a matter
of dancing
and shriveling
and dying.
Dying again as
the darkness comes to eat away our fingers
our breath the noxious fumes it inhales with glee.
There is only a cavern of solitude beneath my breast
but it is full of inebriated -- no, no abbreviated --
loneliness.
My voice echoes,
echoes,
worms wriggle between my fingers as
I raise them to my lips.
I see clear,
and smile
as the sun rises above the pale horizon
like my thighs, our thighs,
her thighs: more opulant than a gem locked in
your wretched frame of mind.
We exist,
but bloom in a world you could never comprehend.
We bloom,
because to exist without fire and passion
is to die daily, and commonly
without a whispered word to send us
off to the shadowed vale of death.
We live,
to piss you the fuck off.
[july 19]
Brain-stem Genocide
this is the senselessness of youth:
tasting of wheat, of weed;
this is the senseless urging of a woman:
slick thighs, heavy thighs.
We shiver and moan, but it's all a matter
of dancing
and shriveling
and dying.
Dying again as
the darkness comes to eat away our fingers
our breath the noxious fumes it inhales with glee.
There is only a cavern of solitude beneath my breast
but it is full of inebriated -- no, no abbreviated --
loneliness.
My voice echoes,
echoes,
worms wriggle between my fingers as
I raise them to my lips.
I see clear,
and smile
as the sun rises above the pale horizon
like my thighs, our thighs,
her thighs: more opulant than a gem locked in
your wretched frame of mind.
We exist,
but bloom in a world you could never comprehend.
We bloom,
because to exist without fire and passion
is to die daily, and commonly
without a whispered word to send us
off to the shadowed vale of death.
We live,
to piss you the fuck off.
[july 19]