June 2010
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING
ergh vom
May 2010
Deluge
This body is riddled with ailments. The devil’s got me in his grip. Genuflect and skin me of this payment. “We share the same affliction, everybody’s gotta breathe.” That’s what I say. I thought your touch would be the vessel to my salvation, but it drifted far beyond the shore. So I put up my sails, and I searched all my days, and I found out one thing: There’s...
“you can’t pump after popadoms”
I’ve got a secret, from the tip of my tongue to the back of my lungs and I’m gonna keep it.
I know something you don’t know
Toes gripping the edge, sheer drop, into uncertainty
My feet are swept from underneath me
Delicious flesh and vicious games, the vows are deadly in your name
Your eyes in sync, we breathe in time, our eyes, they sink, into the night
And I will never find that look in anyone else’s eyes, my knees go weak and my veins run dry
So whoever cut the thorns off the roses clearly doesn’t...
well. back to the gym I go then.