2001-03-18 - 16:42:54
sometimes i think that i should just hurl your stupidity and youthful ignorance
against a rock and watch it splatter open and drip down the side of the cliff
feeding the banks of the ganges with the poison of a life lived all too normally
you like to pretend that you understand me
that you possess the key to my soul that unlocks everything that i am
but this is not like dawson's creek
you cannot claim to understand and love me simply because you like the way my coat hangs over my shoulders
you cannot plunge your flag into my back and proclaim that i am the new world,
i don't want your colonies
i often think that when i open the latch and show you the garden,
you would rather be dancing down the slick, carpeted silver hallways of some mass-media whorehouse,
never having to care about some old singer who laid his pain down on the line and told us to enjoy it
i am sick of seeing you vomit all over the carpet everything that i have fed you
the sun
will not
let this
facade
continue
any longer
