Paper a la Mode

dream~
i should learn to let go
the quiet
vivid chaos of the last time i saw you
my heart smashed and bleeding into the filth
the obscenity you passed onto me with out even knowing
the indecency you spread to others with your glance
it stills me...on days i should move
on days i should be myself
perpetually i pull from somewhere the memories of
sanguine moments
hateful screams
punishment brutal to my soul
in the hours i should be breathing in the moist ever ready softness of life
i
still dream those occasions
even awake
it breaks me