pretty girl

I want cadilacs in bronze to drive me
the crazy you make me.
Filled up with your feigned despise for the world
Oh you do it so well.
With dispassionate sighs you make with your eyes
and unenthusiasm you show me
with each moment i'm filled with ecstasy
i keep coming and calling but you are still falling
into some pit of desparate where only bleak
flares of rage light your doorstep.
I stumble blankly in your footsteps and you laugh
back at me, slipping, crutching only a brief memory
of your sadness, waiting, right behind your chagrin.

I open and close my heart like it was keeping me alive
even though I only feel the pleasured death creeping
through your cigarette. No wonder you smoke,
wishing for a natural, habitual death just like any
other being that you
dont even bother to tolerate because it is so much better
alone
where you rule your world of pain and hatred
loving every moment upon moment
where you command
you are in control
you empower these creations of misery

these cold moments
on hard floors
from burst bubbles
of memories you forgot to remember
or remember to forget
but instead they stay perched on your shoulder
next to the stalking craving of another smoke.

Stacks
Feathers

It doesnt matter because you only feel
what you feel anyway

no one can infiltrate your shell
and no one would want to

why does she want to

what am i keeping in here anyways

i dont care so i dont mind it

but her, beautiful, shining being