zigivalentine

23 means love and silence the sun burning on a bed of nails broken peices and things of subtle torture, nurture and aphrodesia slices up the back like sex on the beach a heart beats perfectly in phase with the ocean and lifted with the pain of the moon calling, howling the loss of a loved one so loved so heartbroken; tears coming from so deeply and feeling like teeth wolves' valcanos as they cut squeeze pull themselves out. One by one, breath like you speak like you be one merge, land take to traffic like black magic

drenched in the sweat of myself and so many others; we left the club like tattered just-born ghosts nocturnalized; breathing battered warping dreamer sex god loads its pistol there is no fear so there is no pain i felt id woken up just to go to sleep again

rockstars tiny dogs are like rockstars theyre lucky and when they get old, if they havent been eaten by the other dogs           or hit by a car they live like an ironic nickname like tiny or lucky. i dont want an ironic nickname thats asking for it because youl never be tiny or lucky with an attitude like that how about something positive schmity, slim, but not too slim more like      healthy rich              and loved (jesus has it right) or anything latin

faces the voices in our eyes listening to yours is         not so much debilitating now                 what do mine say to you? the feel of our hearts swimming in yours      is         not so much humiliating             anymore      is mine much calmer now? the taste of our sex inhaling yours               is    not so much applicable in an offbeat way sleepless and sailing into the lonely soul of night, romances with the wind         in an offbeat sway

fleas like junkies shooting up in reverse fashion negro nurses with needles in my legs all night prod for veins to drink i prod for names in a cellphone for a friend to call i prod for words in a story for lines to end for lives to end i prod for lanes on a drunken spinning               hollucinating          highway and kill myself

soul i whistle for you low below navy; stone; gravity; sky; clouds and                 weight theres ghosts out tonight but im the only one haunting "sometimes i dont even understand what im saying, im just talking" i listen for you low holding my breath, to stop time and change karma jingle my golden chain, vampyres?    are watching and holding the room    are watching and drinking the moon    and you?    are you?

virginity conscience is overrated you think your clean, because you got away you think your free, because you forget and ive got a, faulty spirit my lips do scream, try to rescue me, but you cant run from, destiny now you hurt me, like a voice from heaven takes its vengeance, ive paid my pennance served my sentence, but youl forgive me soon, no no, ill forgive you soon, no no, youl forgive me soon (bridge) i almost fell in love once was bold enough to draw nearer i looked inside and found that love was fear theres some lost language out there, in which only lovers dare i said more, when she said no, no go away concienc