June 28th, 2000

rubbah and horns

dyxso

My heart a block of ice
emotionless
encased in cold, unyielding stone
No chance, no chance
Timechangesallnothingeverchanges
And it all goes by
too late

rubbah and horns

her things


Terrified
of losing her
losing her things
her things
her eyes, her lips, her skin
Yes, especially her skin
Childlike, unrealizing
reality
these things, these things
were never his
never his to own
Not even hers
to own
for long