Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Killing Me

A brutal stab to the chest, piercing flesh, parting bone.
Seeking a heart to spill blood.
Fierce instinctual urges to survive and go on are met with the languid quality of surrender.
Moving, gritting teeth, while I empty.
Lying down to accept the nothingness.
Full of the End.
And the killing continues.
If the time was another, then I could see.
But in the present state it is fuzzy.
There are a lot of hearts perforated by intensity.
The bad is really so good.
How do you walk around and still believe?
How do you see and still care?
I’d say it is a matter of opinion.
We all have our double cross to bear.
Let’s just make sure the goals are our own.
Nothing worse than slaving for another’s fix.
Nothing better than being it yourself.
Nothing wrong with a good little Kill.

5 Comments:

Blogger Crazy Blonde Bombshell said...

Did you write that. Pretty.

February 2, 2005 at 3:18 PM  
Blogger De.vile said...

nice stuff...for someone whos never died thats pretty good. special recommendation...'the gift' by sylvia plath.

February 3, 2005 at 6:39 AM  
Blogger cissa c. said...

Thanks for what you said.
I can tell you've been through it before, I'm so glad to know the heart doesn't slows forever as I thought.
Cheers.

February 3, 2005 at 7:34 AM  
Blogger saby said...

just cant figure out the lang of these young punks ..

Heyyyy KISS !





(Keep It Simple Son)

February 6, 2005 at 2:40 AM  
Blogger themadamefiles said...

Wow.
I love LOVE your writing style!!
Very sexy. Very profound.
The photos are fun, but not as fun as mine!! LOL!!

;-)
Mme X

February 6, 2005 at 4:14 AM  

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