I’m familiar with this feeling.
a notch below dreary, nowhere near thrilling.
I live to…
to one day die.
sitting upon luster , upon gleaming distortion.
once again to attempt
to attempt, to stop swearing
while wearing my wolf in sheep’s clothing
of virtual electricity.
It pains me to look at you…
cliche it may be
but you’re so
If perhaps you could find me
and worthy enough to plant kisses on your eyelids
at the expense of your fingertips.
disguised as your hips.
for now I’ll just keep my mouth shut
because I’m a good girl…
until I’m not.
for now I’ll continue to stare down
from my reflection
one pixel at a time.
wasting away my prime
(originally posted October 27, 2009 on Myspace)