11/15/01

Note: Written Junior year of HS.

I want to combust.

Feel the warmth of the human body smothered on your canvas.

Use my blood as your paint, my soul as your pallette.

Watch me explode, implode, collapse, cry.

Dull depth of color with my tears.

Sponge paint the scene with my lungs.

My limp hands can’t guide you.

There is nothing in me.

Nothing in me.

I am how you always saw me.

I am yours with no contest.

You can have me.

Take me.

I can’t feist back.

You whisper in my ear but I’m not there

I’m above you

Above you, floating.

~ by carik on September 13, 2008.