Post Finale of Pax Romana
By StaryEyed1
scalding hot pokers pointing inward deeply burning in self torture totally invisible to the outside spectator i can't stop it won't stop its not fucking stopping disgust and rage at my actions my feelings this uncontrollable pain pain pain pain damn you we sat there you next to me me next to you we turned away used those around us to hurt each other and when we returned to our embrace there was little to salvage the damage was done i turned around i slide away i glided back avoiding your eyes the look that mysteriously burns my stomach lust lust lust i lust for you you lust for me unwilling to let go of my self control for fear of drowning in passionate embrace stupidity is my excuse i leave i return i spin my mind shuck my skin bare all to you feel for another to avoid caring for youIt was a very bad night, with a very bad person. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 09:28 AM PST 0 • 18 • 1
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