i'm the ugly after the truth. i'm the little flame yearning to satisfy its empty hunger,
bit by bit.
i'm the sparks that fly off into the night, never to be seen again.
i'm the dew on the grass at dawn, the smell of railways and mindless sex and cold sweat, i'm the scolding coffee on your tongue, jolting you awake; im the bitterness in your mouth. i'm the dusk and the dawn and every second in between.
i can be found in the corner of the room, watching
and waiting, for you.
i am still and i am
nothing.
