Antereograde Amnesia

fuck you

and your pathetic lies about this
and that

rambling on and on
about how
what you feel for me is something rare

rare rare rare

bullshit!


a piece of glass on the street
ran over by the burned tires of an exhausted memory
is what beats inside this drained soul of mine

repetitive songs
of holding hands and kissings under the starlight that once so ecstatically shivered
is what is left

but much like its twinkle

it is all a facade
as the Earth's turbulence
trickles the light
making a beautiful scenery of what is not true

counterfeit
are the words that once came out of your empty heart

you say but one thing
only to turn around and do another
finding happiness
in the arms of others

between their legs
you curse me

forget me

trample
me
like teardrops do
when they fall from the core of my existence

but don't mind me
by all means

continue

... if you must

m e l t
with your lust
e n t e r it
with orgasmic emotions

just r e m e m b e r

a few seconds is all it will last you
and then
you are left with nothing

and don't think
that i will be here

when she spits you out
leaving only her fluids on yr body
after a long night of what you say never happened

for i will be
gone
farther than the ages that are dark

e m p t i n e s s
is what you will find when you search for me
wake up
and reach for me

the universe may be vast
but a speckle of my love will cease
to exist

my image will no longer burn yr eyes
my scent will no longer linger
within olfactory epitheliums

it is anosmia

a deficient sound
entwined within a touch
that has already melted

disappearance

and a lost time
that will blind me
from you

forever.



[Written by Me - Circa 2002]