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Xmission

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rcvd IV IV MMII

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scratching at the wounds that never seem to heal; they remain like badges, testimony to battles fought; the war was my own, and fought for dignaty; and i beg now to be forgiven; for my sins & whatever else you dislike; and ask
that you take me home...

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i dream of love and focus on its affection...

i wanna burn my hands with the passion
i wanna break all bones in the act
i wanna tear my heart and my lungs out
with a moan that turns to a howl

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heard from a distance he knows; he picks up his bag of bones; the girl in his past makes for great discussion; but she cant follow on this trip; she is used in the fact that whenever he needs pain; shes there in the back of his mind; god, what a sadist our little boy's become; so pleased with
himself that he lets his guard down...

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so you want some happy thoughts; something shiny and pleasing to the eye; how 'bout a picture that i once drew; with colors and colors galore; oh, that's not good enough? how 'bout me with a smile? i did it once im fairly sure, i guess i could do it again; think im so destructive, think im so morbid; think im pretty fucked in the head, dont you? DONT YOU? i once lost my self in a drug induced lifestyle and found it so appeasing; whats not to love about not thinking clearly? just mischief and mayhem and all the good
things; wrapped like a nostril with a pair of coke rings; but i fell from grace when i did no more; now im clean and nearly sober...



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rcvd IV IV MMII
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