Posted On: | 2008-12-02 09:15:19 |
i have gone so far out,
i just might not come back at all!
each and every silent stare
triggers a fire-coated bullet,
i have become swiss-cheese
(THE BUBBLEBATH)
i soak in my loathing fear imitating innocence
with my unbearable stench of guilt,
and a nose as long as Pinocchio
eyes clammed shut
mind charcoaled
(am i dead?)
maybe
meditated
(THIS IS FREE)
thoughts are thin
cashmere for skin