Thursday, December 29, 2005

Brooding: Part One


Spotting aeroplanes across the summer sky
Breeding pedigrees of a safer, more faithful you

How do i get through?

And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating light
That shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight...
The worst of tonight...

2 comments:

atrophying said...

are you wearing FUR?!

and stop brooding. at least wait so i can be sufficiently depressed and we can commit suicide together.

Read before use said...

You look like a perfect model in this..

I think I like your photographee too.