it feels like im chasingspectres, but all im facing is self lectures
that present the nectar of a past faactor of my life
that ivesliced and dissected, checked, reread until all feeling was dead
whats been said has been done underneath our single sun
and its all come down to a future one on one
is a friendship possible
or am i just a fool
as the past presents fossils
i try to keep my cool
these fleeting feelings have reached the ceiling
and my skin is peeling.........
my god R the intentions pure of virtue
or are they skewed?
my love is undying but i keep the desire at bay
as time burns like carcinogens in an ashtray.
am i selfish or does my heart desire the fire that existed once
was it real?
lord knows i am torn
judged by the almighty creator, what is the outcome
the sum of this totality, its utter insanity whithin these inebriated scrawls

what the blood fack.