uselessmartyr

I push the buttons that make the world go round Why you think the sun goes down It's just me turning off the light That's all it is so say goodnight On or off I flip that switch Light or dark this worlds my bitch

and then my friend you die

the speed addict knows           if he stops moving, he will die. so                         when inertia takes hold his heart falters and                his head slams against a future, lit by                        the dashboard. he hears his veins stuttering like            gears grinding out a staccato refrain,                  while the wheel spins and goes numb. as his breath        twists away from his grip, rasps a hollow plea,                he slides on a rail towards impartial angels          leaving rainbow sparks in his soaring wake,                and meets blazing lights. the addict dies twice.              one is nev

I'm sitting on this battered roof, chain-smoking Marlboros and talking to the moon. There is a fiery breeze twirling my skirt, but all I see is a little girl tugging at the hem, mutedly screaming the word "Mommy".  But I couldn't be her mommy, because she is dead. I'm tempted to take off my skirt-to let it feather down and cover this parched city. I still have 13 cigarettes and I won't give up until the taste of you retreats from my lungs. I'm thinking that maybe I can smother it, maybe it will just surrender. As long as it's still present, I can't hate you- I can't hate you for what you did to me. And somehow I know it would ha