10.31.2005

When I'm board with the crossword...

Counterfeit love is restless sleep,
Muckraking the pain buried underneath
Years of rusty ships with foul-mouthed sailors.
Tomorrows come and go and the wake darkens
Like sandpaper bandaging an open wound

Why do you ferret trash for roses,
To uncover rotten petals among decadent odors?
When camouflaged is a beauty
Under guise of a heart trodden black
Lusting for recognition
But barred by your premonition
That your white knight will heal your self inflicted scars
And tend to your wounds.
But inside is armor rusted and serrated;
His pale body beaten and integrity faded.
If not defeated, he will be soon
Like you're kissing the floor of a gas station bathroom