a {lost} generation :: dahlia;blitz
Jan 5, 2013 22:59:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 22:59:42 GMT -5
mosquito, mosquito, buzzing around, landing on my knee
how can I truly be angry with you? all you want is to be part of me
now we are lying and counting the leaves underneath our tree
how can I truly be angry with you? all you want is to be part of me
you love like no human could, you love like no human shouldI was never one for company. A life of self-induced solitude has made for a different paradigm that some would consider warped (the term enlightened has never crossed the minds of many, so lost in their vices that they could never understand the difference between true sin and preventative cleansing), but has also given way to a quiet sort of pang that I'm able to ignore but still manages to make itself known - I would never call it loneliness, that's too weak and so far beneath me, but I will not deny that the numbers and molecules float through my head and onto the paper a bit easier with a warm presence next to me on the sunken sofa and a single tendril of blonde spun between my fingers. The chemical equations for homemade chloroform aren't simple, but I finish them off with a flourish, tucking the paper safely away in my pocket and turning to the side to catch a single beam of sun penetrating the grimy window.
"It's nice outside," I hum absently, fingers never ceasing their occupation with the smooth lock of hair twined around them. Dahlia is a steadfast companion, loyal and reasonably intelligent save for an infatuation I could never return, but as a reward I give her a facsimile thereof that she is too blinded to know the difference. "I could use a break, got a new book I'd like to start on. Care to take a walk?"poison, the poison I taste on your lips makes the apple red
wouldn't you love if i fell like snow white and slumbered in your bed?
you love like no human could, you love like no human should
are you poison, are you poisoning me?
how can i truly be mad when all that you want is to be part of me?