i watch horror movies
because
i want to be horrified
by something other then
what i know
i am on my last roll of toilet paper
i keep making pancakes
because that's all i have left
it is symbolic
but it's something
even the romance
in horror movies
makes me sick
you bring out my magic
and something a little uglier
i suppose
we all have faced black magic
even if we want to deny it
i feel like puking now
but i don't think i will
my dreams have nothing on the past
but my today is smoke
to my dreams
so i want to sleep
i don't want to wake up
this is where things get messy
i guess it's pancakes and
old coffee grounds again
i guess it's white pages
filling up
horror movie marathons
and hours spent
at the toilet
wiping my mouth with
dreams and ghosts
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