Monday, September 11, 2006

the tree of death

there is something strange in the sound of your voice. it sends chills down my spine, and cuts my line between fantasy and reality. what's going on with me? shouldn't i be so precise...i needed to get a grasp on this before, but now it doesn't seem to matter, all that matters is you.
you scare me into believing it's alright. you make me tremble with how you stroke my heart with those decadent words. i'm quivering at your stone eyes, and how they can bear such mystery, even when everything is so clear to me.

you're making me a mess. clean my heart up.