just for fun

sharing fears.
one of these days i'm gonna call you,
sit at your front lawn,
without waking your dad.
wait until you pretend to fall asleep.
help you climb down the window.
stare at your whole body for hours,
and kiss those tasty lips.
and when your nightmares get you,
and you start to share your fears with me.
i will make them come true,
and tear you apart.
just for fun.

remember

greedy, dare i say.
the betting was done.
the cards flowed out of the table,
and the flesh started to turn red.
a kiss was not expected.
just the natural flow of life at it's peak.
she had won the hand, but he had his first chance.
the colour of the wine was suitable for the occasion.
he was shivering when she touched his face.
the rest was for the room to know,
and us to find out.
indeed, they fucked.
there is no term to picture it, but glorious.
but the ends to the means,
the hands,
the shapes,
the blood.
confusion
lonelyness swept
and greed.

slow emotion replay - the the

-i dont know.
-in what did you spend your money?
-i dont remember... things.
-what things?
-what does it matter what things?
-it matters, it was not your money in the first place.
-i know, i screwed up.
-do you have any idea what is the matter with you?
-no

1-1

so the girl was a mess.
she dragged herself to the kitchen,
and washed her hands in the sink.
she felt some salty tears and then
tasted them.
she went back to bed next to him and slept.
in the night she woke up with a bloody nose and some nightmares.
she fed her cat, had some coffee, half a cigarette.
she coughed some blood later and decided to go back to sleep.
she did not wake up again.

1-0

so come on and bring the hammer
he said while falling asleep.
she went to the toolshed
and brought it back.
she sighed and then whispered something in his ear.
he woke up and then
cracked down.

(lack)

it took a while for me to figure it out.
it had something to do with fingertips and swans and mornings and rum.
it had something to do with dew and dawns and typewriters and wrists.
i called her everyday for a year.
she only returned my calls with papers for a divorce.

caring is creepy - shins

when i got to bed that night
the only true message in my head was
"fuck the world"
caring is creepy
i don't even remember the last time i held you
but if you where here
i would die just to touch your lips
and kissss you goodbye