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Thursday, December 30, 2004
The Thing I Wish To Be
I
I will meet you beyond the lattice the metal mesh of hushing steel crushing you will feel me in there
when darkness becomes a lair dank and deep, when your eyes shut off forever in a sleep
i will speak to you there
You're living now as a ghost in the wind, bending with its exertion
invisible to all you touch and feel, but alive when this day-to-day dredge doesn't kill
so softly walking silhouette, so softly strange
the blurred lights of the night seem to always touch my eyes
it trances me it dampens me
stay here forever let it rain let it rain
woosh and the water drains, it drains
it is always going down there's no where else to go
You're not meant to be alive, pale flesh hides what's inside
a wrapper of decay, decadent, rotting open, deliquescing dismay
You're hollow, full of emptiest, a pus sore
tore
II
You are me I am you we are acquainted very tainted with each other
i hope to meet you when i'm beaten down, when mortality breaks me like a twig
You're the tree i'm rooted in, i'm a branch draping down
I'm bearing fruit, wicked shameful, and I want to be picked
shoved inside a mouth, or any other hole
to hoisten myself inside
to crawl into and die with sewn shut eyes making blindness a lovely cure
You're that other me, the one I always see, parched, wandering in this winding desert of a place
when i see your face it all goes in place i can take it let it break me shake me
shackle tame and slake me down its throat full of metal spines, rusted crooked gears
i let it steal all these years and years knowing one day i'll be taken away
to what you are:
non-existent me, non-living thing, floating matter with unconsciousness
You are bliss, something i haven't tasted on my lips since i was young
just give me a taste, unlace the bonds i wear
i love you my sweet ilk
I'm such a worm, i squirm irrelevent on the hook and jig
i give my futile resistance, i am brought to shore
this hook has been set, it stabs into my brain
damaging me, making me deranged
there's nothing i can do
I keep my thoughts of you
some thing which at its conception every fiber of my being
will be happy to be
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