WolvesAtMidnight

Life is spontaneous combustion and the fire settles around the outskirts of my mind but i cannot be penetrated raped. the fire burns continuously not even charring my edges all the evidence that it leaves is a warmth that surrounds my thoughts heat with a pulse a beat heavy enough to command recognition but too weak to claim my whole and it comes from that. That, from which the fire is begotten That, from which life springs that, from which love sings from, That It's just i wish it could mean anything... To be isolated when I'm surrounded to be admired because you're afraid because I'm afraid afraid that they'

Balloons I remember a little girl She was staring up at the sky With the saddest expression She parted with a balloon But she wouldn't cry And I remember her eyes… I've looked into many shallow eyes And waded in their waters I see the beginning We begin with our heads to our knees And grow into a pitiful position Until we extend our arms and legs Just to stare at empty palms In dissatisfaction And we put our heads to our knees And breathe deep Were we born insatiable? No one can feel the warmth of the sun Without feeling thirst And for some of them Blood is not enough If the afterlife is granted by