Humanity

black.
endless skies before a storm
eyes staring into mine
delirium dancing around in my head
dark cloak enveloping the morning sun

red.
bloodshot eyes no longer blinking
heat and ecstasy and chaos
pain and passion…collide…with feist
ink frantically scribbled on papyrus

white.
delight of nothingness
eternal bliss of emptiness
where are you? are you even there?
i'm in way above my head

-november 11, 1999-
-9:55 am-
-from blue feather-

i tell you... endless sweet nothings

created with D

D: 'cause you see,
you're not the one with
a problem and
no certain
remedy

J: i see no truth,
feel no pain...
i'm not the one who
called on you
...so don't turn back

july 9 1999
from a slip of paper