That scent says more in memory.
Do I dare disturb universe,
tempted to mend the pathways atrophied in dead end corners
impose upon my egoist neurology.
All stares fixed on her black widow fingertips.
Dare I disturb the universe, recall that life in a singe verse,
measured out and then forsaken of skin?
A faint digression (repression)
Come hither, you gracious no-name.
Come hither, you bold disguise.
Replaced by precious memoirs that since has enticed memory of nails painted so prettily
Senses allured distracting...
unaware of the death sentence stricken on your palm
like cross hairs disguised as a lifeline
diminished abruptly one verse at a lifetime.
Ad hoc, ad hoc, trezore-in memory that scent says more.
Ad hoc, ad hoc, anno domini-that scent says more in memory.
Analytical observation of what resulted from a clotted vein
raises the questions of your friends and your lovers.
Tell us the truth were you gutted from the inside, torn apart, spread anew?
Tell us the truth.
Under the hemorrhaging, which will hurt worse?
when you applied the brakes.
Antithesis, antithesis.
As savage the romance as our next day stiff necks.
A spiders grace in a flick of your wrist.
Antithesis, antithesis. In memory.
Savage our refusal to look left, when it felt so right.
Come hither!
That scent says more in memory,
that scent works to disguise the stench of a crash and burn.
I'll be the first one to admit, in a minute there is time.
I indulged in your existence and dissolved like a gun smoke caress on your silken web
Rise like the flames in a scene from the end.
Etherized by indifference T-Minus seventeen years and counting.
I'll be the first one to admit that I indulged in your existence.
Etherized, t-minus seventeen years and counting.