Saturday, 14 May 2005
she's my knife and my mirror, my incense and candle wax, my vision of the future, my history and now.
she's my eclipse and my rainfall, my scent of spring and footfall, my hearing and my breathing, my heartbeat and my pulse.
she comes to me on tv screens, in adverts and in echoes, in the depths of my despair, in my moodswings and my rages and my sulks and abuse.
she is the pillow in my nightmares, my holidays and paychecks, my smoke and my glass, my continuity and forgiveness.
she is the anchor in the sudden storm when all else is broken, a lifeline and a grapevine, my contact to the world.
my lust and my confussion, my love and my companion in this fucked up, darkening world she is the sunlight and the daylight, the starlight and the moon.
she is the start, she is the end, my one time lover friend, she is the only reason that I need, my oblivion and my god send.
words by cocaine jesus