paradoxcycle
Bluelight Crew
I'm no pining man, but does she shoot up before her voice comes on, a state-of-the-art computer in that place beneath the breastbone where the pulse can beat so slowly as when fearing some invincible sorrow that the heart must now take measure of? Deep breath.
I have become a machine.
A machine in the production line of dreams and alibis.
All I wanted was to find some reason to belong. But now I am careful what I wish for.
All the major players are women. Miss Hate, Miss Sorrow, Miss Pain, Miss Grief, Miss Expectation, Miss Divinity, Miss Loss and Love. Oh yes, Love is female. There could be no other way. Keep writing in that stupid diary, she thinks, you're a pain in the ass, I'll get to you when I have enough time to freeze the sun and send the stars in fire-balls to earth.
Because that is always how I thought it would be. Because I always thought, the sky would fall.
I have become a machine.
A machine in the production line of dreams and alibis.
All I wanted was to find some reason to belong. But now I am careful what I wish for.
All the major players are women. Miss Hate, Miss Sorrow, Miss Pain, Miss Grief, Miss Expectation, Miss Divinity, Miss Loss and Love. Oh yes, Love is female. There could be no other way. Keep writing in that stupid diary, she thinks, you're a pain in the ass, I'll get to you when I have enough time to freeze the sun and send the stars in fire-balls to earth.
Because that is always how I thought it would be. Because I always thought, the sky would fall.
