"I crave the mystery in a stranger's touch

That empty kiss that could put me in my grave.

It's the lonlieness that surrounds me

Tangible, as horrible as it seems

Insatiable, as it claws at your wicked dreams.

Tomorrow's crown of thorns could seal the wound

Stitched up with wasted wishes and forever

Bleeding

Your pure incandescent pain."


S.N.S. 8:23am