third side of the coin

the night witness the sword and her naive favours.
the moon pleas the romance of two spirits to be spared,
nothing gates love he whispers,
he knows his death will be for she that has hearts of many more.

he wonders, will life, his. live in memory,
she looks away in pretend, in defence.
the cloud hides her child, the moon soon to follow.
they hang by the heavens weeping the mortals pray,
for he has given she his heart before
and he gives she his life today.

and here i am in an empty office. cloudy lunged, numb tounged, and jake checking his soccer scores at the next desk…mumbling something about tottenham. heh. feels like monday. and to think the real one’s creeping in tomorow. and i cant even take a ciggie today.

what i’ll do to be by the beach right now, my own crib, wit a kaleidoscope-eyed girl to call my own, and a golden retriever. very mtv i know. lol. fuck that. at least that’s what i’m working towards. even if it means i’ve to work on sunday morns.

FOCUS VIX.

*sulk