My dear, what lies beneath your painful gaze?
That thought of mournful loneliness.
Cold touches of warm lust,
And painless shrieks of happiness
Coated with fine, white sugar crystals and
Insanely lighted candle wax dripping,
Dripping, dripping down my head.
No touch can consume that fixated gaze that made me
Freeze in that warm, summer night.
It was like a dream, a winter dream of warmth and
Of hope, but how can there be hope in winter?
There is only hopeful coldness.

Let go of your joy, my friend, and let go, only to replace
Your joy with ecstasy.
With merriment.
With wedding bells.

Isn't it the same thing?

My friend, you have gone insane.
You are not stable, my fair lady, my fair man,
My fair judge, my fair role model.

(:

I love insane ramblings of disheartened poetry and prose. Amusement and
Letting loose. My first love- the love of language and my second love- the love of picture art and creation,
Which was why I put so much into modeling previously. Sing, my friend, sing the long song, your year late song and your year late dream.