I who fade in all this crayon versioning,
I once fell in love once in love i felt.
Felted wool and other accessories.
A shock I can never forget stirring.
I once fell in love once in love i felt.
Felted wool and other accessories.
A shock I can never forget stirring.
I am all fading creations, designed
To scream and melt at the first sign of love,
My fate to be a lesser form of art.
My love does not love me, that however
Is not a thing, I would never ask for
Impossibility or attraction,
Phenomenons of life forever not
Seen or heard by me, and if ever were
Then not believed when there's ten feet to kill
And deceive, words to be as ugly as
A mirror of a creature, a nothing.
I am nothingness, I in my being.
All loneliness and self-hatred, crawl skin
And pain tears till I'm waterless, drying
Up like a rodent dying naturally
From inside. What is the name of that love?
Born-Into-Fading-Creations, watching
the lonely look upon a cold winter
morning light, fog covering the city's
heights, a fog between him, fading life, and
The-Woman-In-The-Middle-Of-The-Sky.
She sees the sun before anyone, she
is at the beautiful center, in the
reflection of the sunrise, centered
within a sublime imagination,
Fading-Creations reverts to earth life.
She-you will find a feather today, wax
To the touch, either a pigeon who was eaten
Or fair Icarus, melted and drowning
Out in that harbor of misery, either way
When She-you sees that feather, wet
and tossed to the side, worn
no more, think of It-me,
fading beneath the fog,
designing these creations.
But let that thought be fleeting,
At least as much as these sweet worthless
Nothings that never should have been.
Let all these words fade, for She-you
never asked for them, and It-me
knows they've never amounted to anything.
But let that thought be fleeting,
At least as much as these sweet worthless
Nothings that never should have been.
Let all these words fade, for She-you
never asked for them, and It-me
knows they've never amounted to anything.