A Decadent Girl

January 9th, 2003

speculations

pink butterflies from a distant dream
beyond two mere extremes
a gloom I keep inside
the two of me

comfort myself
in the silence,
where no one says anything
in the darkness of the corner
I shrink
starvely

who are you?
lies
hope
In this world...
a muthled slashing scream.

I'm hungry, hungry, hungry for more
constantly.
i want to devour my beloved one. all the time.
are you hungry for me?

living
for the beauty, for the passion, the dignity
you are where you go
where you want to be.
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