September 6, 2014

  • trifonic - lies

    please sir, may I have some more?
    I can't say no
    even in the waves of pleasure
    the pain trickles in
    through the leaky roof where the truth pools
    after each storm; they grow bigger in size
    and diminish in meaning
    but I cling to tear-stained sheets
    or press myself against your skin
    trying to pretend this will metamorphasize,
    grow wings to become the thing
    the meaning
    the hope
    that sets me free at last