erccentea
11/29/07, 08:06 PM
Images I once cherished now adorn my mind when I seek out the impulse of revenge.
These Polaroid pictures capture the moment of our lust for false hopes.
Intertwining weaves of posturing and lying circles back forming the noose from which we rest our crooked necks.
Sharing pieces of our heart allowed me to see gaping holes of bottomless ignorance defended by your holy aesthetic.
The instances you felt penetration during my quest to touch something pure now seem jaded and cliché.
In your world of calculated euphoria where do I stand?
A suburban monarch, bred with blind hate substantiated by false martyrs.
She now sits in the pew caressing her ego, waiting for the next host to feed her ignorant holiness.
These Polaroid pictures capture the moment of our lust for false hopes.
Intertwining weaves of posturing and lying circles back forming the noose from which we rest our crooked necks.
Sharing pieces of our heart allowed me to see gaping holes of bottomless ignorance defended by your holy aesthetic.
The instances you felt penetration during my quest to touch something pure now seem jaded and cliché.
In your world of calculated euphoria where do I stand?
A suburban monarch, bred with blind hate substantiated by false martyrs.
She now sits in the pew caressing her ego, waiting for the next host to feed her ignorant holiness.