| Current mood: |  nostalgic |
| Current music: | Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Origin of Love |
Straight to the point
Since the site is down, I suppose the most logical thing to do is post here...I'm a lazy, lazy girl.
Children of the Moon
A trembling, ripe volcano
My chest erupts for you alone
As destruction, thick and hot
Washes over the world.
Old anger bubbles out
Into the garish morning,
And we're purple and red,
Living and dying,
Rubbing sugar into old wounds.
It's silent and humid,
We're alone in the universe,
And just for a moment
We belong to each other
In requited, solitary pain.
Hours go by, but
The lava hasn't cooled,
You won't let it sleep yet...
Ours is a bruised, elastic love.
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