There's Someone In My Head, But It's Not Me.

Nov 24

It’s so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head,
it’s even harder to speak, when everything you say,
just comes out wrong.

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“By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying —-
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.” Dorothy Parker (via quote-book)

Arsonist.

I don’t remember how or when, only why.

I immolated in front of you, and all you did was watch.
I hate those eyes. Your gaze dug deep, like the ritual dagger you so hastily thrust into my chest. Every breath of that undying day, fixed in juxtaposition of your heart to your intentions, branded into my memory.

Harlot. Witch. Demon… I will burn you.

Everything you are, everything you stand for, cast aflame.
Your heart made of coal, pumping black deceit.
Your soul, the oxygen that was ripped from my lungs.
Your body, the pyre in which I was throbbing and buried.
Those eyes, the eyes that faded like memories, the catalyst.

Weakened and vulnerable, the light will extinguish our polyphoria.
The sun appears over the horizon.

May, 2008

Aug 14

Something odd happened yesterday.

My niece kept talking about Mr. Nobody today. She said “He’s standing in the corner” and pointed.
I asked her, “What’s Mr. Nobody doing?”
She looked at me and put her finger over her lips.

Saturday, August 13th.

Sadly I have not used this blog enough.

I’ll fix that.

Apr 1

I’ve got wide staring eyes…and I’ve got a strong urge to fly,

but I’ve got nowhere to fly to…Ooh! Babe! When I pick up the phone…

There’s still nobody home…

Mar 26

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Ain’t no, ain’t no yesterdays.

Forget tomorrow, forget it all, we got today.

No there ain’t no yesterdays, forget tomorrow, forget it all.

We’ve got today.

When I spoke, I answered.

“When did you get here?”

(Are you really glad about what happened?)

“Why wouldn’t I be.”

(I know you, I am you, you do regret, but not for what you’ve done, but for what your actions have cost you.)

“If you know me so well then why are you asking? What is it that you inquire?

(Do you see the lesson in any of this?)

“Yea, it’s either don’t get too attached to anyone…or try harder to not get caught the next time.”

(*sigh*…your impossible.)

“Do any of you see the point in this? I am clearly talking with myself…”

(I am thoroughly entertained by all of your enthusiasm, so when your done breaking the fourth wall we have shit to discuss.)

“No one is stopping you, do your job already, why are you even here in the first place? I was fine without you.”

(For a brief minute, you stopped being a sociopath…for that minute you left the door open.)

-December 5th, 6:38 AM, Saturday.