pale blue

As if the imaginary marks around your neck weren't enough...

casting its glow over me, entraping the self loathing and pity
love, lust, anger, angst, resent, hate
pondering poly-imagerys over a cold cup of black coffee
weak embered rave lights dance with no backbeat
with the rain gone and sky, cloud filled
becomes that nightlight shade of grey
and im already missing the rain, though my feet are cold
my writers buzz, dual-ine my desire for the lost comforts of sleep
lost 8 years ago, one faithfull night, scarred on my imagination
self-medications are lost among the seekers
astetics are lost among acetics, who dream wearily of acetone washed skin
compressed, dried, painted, the fictional whore

Rember that old white whore?
your old muse?
your old cure for the daily bore
do you remember all the sorrow she left in your heart
do you remember how everything almost fell apart

but by gods grace of emotional health it all held together
Your sign of health has triggered your old whores love reborn
phoenix rise, burned out symbol, symbolic of the scares in your grey matter

what does it matter, night lost only in conneotations
infinity gained in self-discovery