INCARCERATION…. help!!!!

VIRGIN SUICIDE

Virgin suicide

what was that she cried?

No use in stayin

on this holocaust ride

she gave me her

cherry.

Shes my virgin suicide

…Midnight passed in silence. Im Blue Moon-ing right now with the stalker voice but the silence here is almost absolute. No multiple orgasmic cats on our rooftops moaning, ehrr, screaming to ecstasy.  This place looks like it was seeped of color akin to a photographs negative.

Lately, I reckon I am losing my chirp. My writing seems unstoppable (although it’s a bit useful to my spasmodic writer’s career and school is about to start, deadlines are quite nearing) and I only inscribe during my drama jags but the thing is, I could not sort out the source. My drama. Or maybe they piled up already that makes it hard for me to figure out the real ordeal. Its scary in a sense that I can associate it to a cartoon-ic episode where black tendrils of smoke creeps under. Am I becoming a queen of darkness? A virgin suicide? Shocks, can’t imagine myself.

But what the hell is eating away at me???? I feel like making a rupture into this life form beyond that cannot be described in words. Amid fitful notes, there is only a captive mirth lodged in the agar of my throat. The carnal angel that I am (or was) might actually turn into an ice goddess generated by the season itself. I rub my eyes in the morning to no avail, not even looking forward for the twilight that I once used to trace my finger with. It’s like I am brandishing a dagger in the miasmic vapors at night while an anvil waits to be dropped. At my window, the worlds light suddenly dimmed. I am exhaling soupy breath, succumbing day by day in an isolated world. Scary. And weird.

Shit, I AM BECOMING WEIRD!!!!

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