What even matters...?? Ash//your cigarette//

Collide with you.

Life is rendezvous

life is remembering that

I will find the moment screeching to a halt

and before me

you

probably now, I always thought

unlocking the the senses

a clandestine moment;

awestruck.

I'm growing

O'm towards

below you.

 

 

As I lay against the floor l stare up into the darkness

I see little glints of light within the eyes surrounding

Gold I've only seen it in the eyes, but what they see

is something that I cannot be fortunate enough

 

to be

 

freed.

Spoken yet;

mysterys

fluttering wings

not a ceiling fan

I'm sinking so deep

into a dense apparatus of moths

caressing my naked form

no single hand to hail to 

a sharp writhe of her pulse;

and when she spills

she pours.

 

 

As others silently sulk to themeslves

only in their eyes I now see

some reckless admiration

a way they stutter about

streched

ostrasized

**cking filthy

fervid

limb

the warmth they have,

I reach a little farther now

as I begin to understand where I am

between hysteria and ambience

disturbed and not relinquishing.

 

O, we must be the same.

Yeah, you tug at your hair

I've just conceptions

'good'

girls

feel

the sex scene.

Prowling, naive to what awaits

 

scattered all over the room

roaming, looming

dropping pale sighs

crashing and colliding

they move about me

all is consumed

as deaths struck

no eternal..or

my wound throbs.

 

Naturally

 

I'm decayed,

decades

...

Reaching out towards warmth

with wonder

what its like to not feel cold

wrapped around me.

I can still move, get scared to break.

So I just watch from under cracks

gushing I am battered

by a collective droning

self indulgent, delusional, self righteous

blueprints.

 

Clues of our illusions.

 

Summers sudden lunar attacks

of me decrepit, during the night

and out of anothers mind.

 

What do these symbols mean?

Now that I've moved on

I'd just became tired of waiting.

I slowly falter doubt my decision

I am reminded why a right minds

ill;

only observing the flames will.

 

Of whats been left.

Me,

no doubt created.

So obscure in this

state of reflection

I am the gross,

gorgeous.

 

For I am woe.

I got no heart.

 

Just a taste of

I am

 

 

all you fear

 

I am self destruction

I am low

I am temptation.

 

I am down

 

 

 

 

 

 here, never

polluting you

a breathe of fresh air

intoxicating your thoughts of

outstanding impulse

a ruin quite often visited.

 

 

What even matters?

In this desolate abyss.

There is nothing in between

us.

It doesn't really matter.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

no doubt created
so obscure in this.
Nice write.