January 2011
3 posts
iveneverbeensoenvious
salpsan:
When you’re burning to death, your body automatically curls you into the fetal position, shuts down and you pass out before you feel too much pain. It just gives in, gives out, gives up. You dream in blue and I dream in gold and they mesh to make this murky grey we can’t see anything through this city’s smog that’s brought the fall of our empire before it even rose. Talk about...
Camisado combustion.
salpsan:
The blood on your bed… Well, consider it a gift from me to you. It’s from the heart, like your fist to my lip is from yours, if your heart exsists anymore. Has it disintegrated with burning through your ears? Or is it burning your flesh like this scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital? No. -It’s not so pleasant;;; -It’s not so conventional;;;...
salpsan:
If you could see me here this way, looking backwards from today, would you do it all again? If I could roll it back to you, just like lovers always do… I’m stoned in love, but not with you. If we could wash the past away, would we go our separate ways or do it all again? As if I care… Is this the way it’s meant to be? You’re stoned in love, but not with me. Good luck. because we are not...