..:Lost in myself:..
.:Farfarello's contemplation:.
i licked my sharp knife
Feeling the cold, sharp blade
touch my tongue, sending
waves of euphoria to
my already hot, craving body, wanting...
And i slowly walk close to You.
i whispered incoherent phrases
on your ears, making sure
you broke down, before even
letting Your mind register our faces.
The little act never giving me a thrill.
And You stare at me with those blank eyes.
Why? Why do You not evade me?
In my mind the question wander
As my hands pulsate with excitement
The blood lost never overwhelming me.
i feel your life slowly ebbing away...
i tear at Your flesh with unexplained anger.
But the pleasure i always crave
And now i rip Your body to search
Yet i was always lost
my mind lost from the words
and the words lost from itself.
No pleasure as Your blood flowed...
The warmth of Your blood
flowed onto my hand, and my knife
the hunger going out; craving,
craving for that certain feeling,
longing to get life i wanted...
i licked the blood off my knife...
The warmth already lost
And nothing really meant for me
But the pleasure that i always crave
was lost, and the meaning, and the word...
However, i was always lost
Lost in finding pleasure in my Numbness.
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Work Time:
January 14, '03
10:30 - 10:45 pm
.:Farfarello's contemplation:.
i licked my sharp knife
Feeling the cold, sharp blade
touch my tongue, sending
waves of euphoria to
my already hot, craving body, wanting...
And i slowly walk close to You.
i whispered incoherent phrases
on your ears, making sure
you broke down, before even
letting Your mind register our faces.
The little act never giving me a thrill.
And You stare at me with those blank eyes.
Why? Why do You not evade me?
In my mind the question wander
As my hands pulsate with excitement
The blood lost never overwhelming me.
i feel your life slowly ebbing away...
i tear at Your flesh with unexplained anger.
But the pleasure i always crave
And now i rip Your body to search
Yet i was always lost
my mind lost from the words
and the words lost from itself.
No pleasure as Your blood flowed...
The warmth of Your blood
flowed onto my hand, and my knife
the hunger going out; craving,
craving for that certain feeling,
longing to get life i wanted...
i licked the blood off my knife...
The warmth already lost
And nothing really meant for me
But the pleasure that i always crave
was lost, and the meaning, and the word...
However, i was always lost
Lost in finding pleasure in my Numbness.
______________________________________________
Work Time:
January 14, '03
10:30 - 10:45 pm