"I've got this friend. He says the human condition, human nature, being human, is to be cold and alone. Like someone lost in the woods. It's safe to say he's a 'glass-is-half-empty' kind of guy."
she watches quietly from her den
eyes pierce you,look down again
Werewolf on a full moon night
blood drips off these lips that bite
seem to find solace in your eyes
kiss from veins in human guise
you feel that deja vu again
kick out praying into a friend
we wish for their normality
through mirrors from reality
lets get up and go outside
claim a victim ,say we cried
grasp heat as your senses go
fall against these arms that throw
anxiety spoke in the motion
This boils in me like emotion
we'll be stopped in our tracks one day
a silver bullet or stake brings on decay
and even if we're just like you
you'll take for granted what we pursue
I too have a freind who lives life this away. Closed off from all emotion. Reading this write was like painting a picture. Your rhythm and flow is just wonderful. i really enjoy your writes.
'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more
Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years
All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire
Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..