Hey you? Looking for something perhaps, to erase the fears or by chance can help you launch face first into my Sweet Oblivion. Nights become days become nothing, but a Wicked spiral of ins, outs Sideways, slide ways of messiness. Trade me your usefulness and I will return to you a bounty of sloth then let me Rape your smile and replace it with a line on the horizon. Allow me to assist in your flat line of Vitality. Please, keep taking from my claw the sweet poisons of eternal voids and I will offer the demise you so Unconsciously Crave. Retreating into the abyss without ropes, tethers or any ground beneath your feet I can ensnare the future you so willingly offer for my economies. Hey you? Let me assist in the Remains of your day.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
by Lynne Hayes