Not Worth Several Million
Originally Uploaded here
Three colours dance in my head, an old refrain and a bittersweet mix, like tasting honeyed iron. The hole in my head requires my attention tomorrow, and instead all I want to do is drink and drink and drink. Hold me in your arms, my lovelies, but don't hold me to the morning. I miss you and I don't, I want you and I don't... I could roll around the meaninglessness in my mouth like rotten cherries covered in chocolate.
It tastes good, even if I suffer for it.
Currently Listening: Dub FX - Society (YouTube link)
Written On: Home Computer