"just another person in love with being in love i guess. Trying to make treasure out of what was once another mans trash. well, other MENS trash but I digress; I rove through the catacombs of my mind only to find I am not an autonomous being, regardless of how much i retort my loathing of love. From the outside looking in i see the corpses of all my past relationships under the pyre, and how they have all became by motif, my muse if will. I am gradually becoming one dimensional. I have been trying too hard to find the "1" before i am an established musician. My closest friends, and influences have constantly told me to take a break from "relationships"; but like the curious child and the stove, i don't take heed to the words of warning. She will be the death of me and all those who follow, succubus. Cliche; I wear my heart on my sleeve, and i will forever, but its coming to the point in which it will not bleed .....
@ early morn-the telephone;
She asked that I should come alone.
I obeyed.
An Hour came and passed along;
She asked iF[k] I would play a song?
I played.
When shadows slowly came @ eve,
She trembling, asked that I should leave.
I stayed"
(i dont think yawl r ready for the rest)
lol
TBC..
