i want to own it.
i want to own you.
just the whims of my little hollow heart.
trying to fill it up with materialism
i think i lost something as i stumbled down the darker alleys of life
still trying to fill up that empty hole

sort of addictive. transfixing.
a double dosage of endorphins

we'll prance around, stamps in hand
mine! mine! mine!
proclaiming our ownership of nothingness
colonisers, planting stark flags
against the lush greenery of majestic forsets,
vast plains of a lazy sunny afternoon

we pulled out our labelling guns,
pointed, aimed and fired away.

cards a ready , a cold breeze rushes past
we inhale the only 9% cancerous fumes of newly manufactured plastic
that covers a brand new all natural, organic leather bag

the grasslands let out another call
for the dead carcasses we have stripped of the land.
when have we lost ourselves?

spring turns it's back,
i want to run through empty fields of dandelions
and feel the wind whipping through our hair...
sniffle and cough together,
upturned noses, wide eyed in fascination
of the passing horse drawn wagons on a dusty road

inhale. and feel the soft beckoning of silk,
cashmere scarves that nestle wrap themselves around
our necks on a cold winter day.


suffocating.

deep breaths, the icy coldness chills our bones from inside.

hollow from our carbonic diets.
coke zero. nought.

i need you by my side.
just another soft toy by my bed,
to keep the monsters away at night.
maybe i could really love you.

fend them away.

i would craft myself,
the sharp blades of a sculptor's knife
with the perfectionist streak of an artist


just hold me tight



on the possessive nature/tendencies that i seem to have honed. i'm slightly repulsed. maybe this is why i've never really had successful relationships, maybe all i was trying to do was to assuage my insecurities.

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