mer nocturne (lunar reflections on platinum apathy and the sexuality of madness):



I'm unhinged
And on the edge
Unable to deal with
Anything anyone says

Including you
And you die we all the time
You bother, you meddle, and you make me feel

for one night i don't need drugs i feel helpless
under the slow drizzle of a sad
fading world
my thoughts come broken try to pick up the pieces
(of a former unknown self unconscious, strange, hollow)

I'm sad and pensive in the mellow candlelight
Subtle expressions time's circular motion
drags itself around my scattered pieces


Listening to you is so
Real so
Visceral
I can almost feel myself in your
Strange mystic fragile innocent voice

Devoid of too much rationality
At the dead blue bottom
There can be no sleepy contemplation
On the consequences of this sadism