The Romance of the [Howling] Woman

I never know where to begin
when telling the dreary stories
that you always seem to inspire.
But I do know that you exist...

"I passed the howling woman
and stood outside your door"

I wish this were some tasteful romance,
Broken but of definite structure.

..and..

Know that my jewelled lips were meant
only to kiss you in this angry painting.
Light a flame and I will burn all
of my self-portraits,
drawn from cocaine and this wanted blood.
These hearts were always mine,
to cut out.. with the dullest scissors.
[My Aim}
To burn you out of your own flesh..

(this won't make any sense)

I promise I dont plan to stain you,
your pale skin.. your dead eyes..

.. I doubt my own intentions now..
When Will You Wake?

--and will you see these boxed flower petals--
Lifeless
...

Thorned roses, and Colorless Lilies crawl to me
on the verge of the Baby's Breath,
Life//Growth
...
Nourish me like your pretty
silk garden..
After all you always called me
your violet..

I Always Thought I Was Your Violet...

Sing Me High,
Cut Me Drunk..

Come on baby, Love Me Tonight.
Lets get lost forever in the heart of the sun
and the beat of the moon..
How Soon?-How Soon?

Light//So Unforgiving

shall we dance or mourn?
leap, maybe break ourselves to the floor..?

I can linger on the fact that I'm surrounded
by air, but I cannot take in a single breath

.. you owe me this ..

For you are the only thing I can
think about when I rise every morning...
-and nature smells sweet,
but never as sweet as you..
-and the sun says goodbye to its angel-haired stars, and hello to a dewy beginning...And in it's wake takes my breath away..
but never as often as you do..
-and my eyes are reborn in infant prime. Perfect colors, in perfect ways,
but the sight of you is so much more flawless.

I wish you could feel this,
and know I cannot decieve you.

(lie,lie,lie..lay,lie,rise,lie)

I only speak the truth to you,
and now I rot myself to sleep..
Because I am not stronger than the air you
inhale and exhale by instinct..

I am weak, and dwelling on beauty I could never feel
In the truth that I am ...

.I am.