brave new nightmare
6 days thru the hourglasses of emaciated homebound harlots have slipped into oblivion since last year coughed up its last and dying breath.. winter hazed days elude even my most precious moments of decomposition.. today's melody of crushing steel, weeping sores and the angonizing whines of those less fortunate than us did nothing to convince this collective the pertinency of our existance's sluggish flow.. as thick sludge wiggles thru tight spaces, so does time exhaust all possiblity of any pleasure during quick thrill rides.. in the days before, winston kisses made for interesting love.. to this moment we still remember those hours vividly.. you; alight within our bedroom of madness, us; moved steadily by the darker unrelenting forces of want & desire.. the two of us; products of flesh slagheaps still oozing with residue of the previous distraction's gameplay.. blood tasted upon these lips causes us to remember how beautifully you bleed.. our lust for your flesh increases in fashions linear and unequal with the volumes of liquid you have leaked into our cupping hands.. in the moments we stumbled across crumbling edges of ecstacy and disaster there became a newer world, a better world.. one that only included the nightmares we dream together of, only the cries we scream in unison.. stuck with tonight's handtowels and drugs that no longer work, our fingers rest delicately upon the razors edge that is so the vestibule separating our dances & delerium on the other side.. from those on this side.
we promised again faithfully this year to drag the whole fucking world to hell with us.
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