cold

tired of everything set for me
no loss of love
lost for the love of losing
gone far from home
because that is where my heart lives
and he kicked me out
never paid rent
my eye turned blind
so that it couldnt see behind
the trail of tears
hands have become rigor
cant grab whats left of my mind
my mouth, closed
releases the heat
ears, blue
its too cold
feet, black
its too cold
fallen
into snow
laid out
letting go
let me come home
im lost without you
i love you











brain, dead
gave up
its too cold
its cold
cold

for you

'Listen. The more men you've had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?'

'Yes, perfectly.'

'I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I
want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.'

'Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I'm corrupt to the bones.'

'You like doing this? I don't mean simply me: I mean the thing in itself?'

'I adore it.'


-1984