The Tempress

Muse, muse, muse again and confuse.
Flames of desire tower high
and only a mist to quench.
Is the occassional whetting of the tongue worth
the burn ever-present?
some moments here and there.
A brain -racing,-folding,-twisting, -turning.
that defines and stops time.
Oh damn, God damn
What can I do next?
To restore bladness of normalcy?
Then to plunge into its depth.
and to fret over again!!!

The proud Addict

The proud addict.
A caricature.
Compensating for lack of substance -
with substances.
Denying reality by substituting other.
Cannot make sense,
so become senseless.
Celebrate self-inflicted demise
and call it a party.
Drinking from the punchbowl of death
in a slow, cultish,mass suicide.
Solace in knowing the outcome:
death by its own hands.

Get Out of My Head.

It's easy enough, isn't it?
Just block them out.
Pretend they're not real. They don't exist.
Don't think twice.
They are the others. The outsiders.The unfamiliar.
It's easy to block them out and imagine they are somewhat less than you are.
Faceless. Heartless. Immoral.
Evil and unclean.
Their destruction would be a justified holy act.
Their continued existance would be an anethema.
Or worst still. They wont' even register.
Your radar remains mute.
Their is nothing to notice. Nothing important than yourself.
Other people dont' count.
Even the closest to you barely register a blip on your screen.
Other people are outside. They are just the other.
No matter how hard you try.You cannot know who they are.
Now matter how much they reveal,they will always remain hidden.

Basically. Essentially.When you get down to it.
What I am trying to say is in the most gayest, most poetic way possible.
No matter how hard you try,
and no matter how much you think you know.
You will never ever truely know someone.
And they will never ever truely know you.

Other people will always be removed and
apart from who you are.
And thats' a large part of what makes life interesting.