Sunday, April 10, 2016

Found in an old notebook. no title

The nasty sting will dissipate
if you practice at it
Make it go away
You created the denial
you fed that monster
and now it has eaten you
You like the warmth of its belly
you like the way it constricts you
Stagnation begets security
at least in your mind
strangle your heart
it's almost dead
a little more pressure
and it will all be over
Then you can live in your own shadow
then you can torture your dreams
they only want to live
you only want to kill them

No comments:

Post a Comment