Wednesday, July 08, 2009


the streets are lighted up like street lights. and the buildings are hollow. the side walks are flooded with trees. and the air is dense. all the people walk tirelessly throughout the city. but my days are long. and have been. for what seems like years.

for my days have ended for so many years now. my eyes are black and my mind is fogged up with unnessecary incarnations of death. and now seems like a good time to go. for the clouds are parting. and the sun is on its way.
the endless cataclysm of old ideas...

I am your broken heart.... and all i want to do is breathe. i am my own guilty pleasure... cause all i want is your disease. the nights crackle, and the days sing... like trees.