lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

i think i know what's on your mind, a couple words, a great divide.
waiting in the wings, a sparring spite, crawling out the foreground from behind.
even though you're the only one i see, it's the last catastrophe. place your bets on chance and apathy.

- slow life, grizzly bear.

[papertissue]

i've known desire
but never of a longing, so
pervasive. invasive.
a want, that lingers in shadows
desperately disparate from this life,
of an abyss; doorless. painless.
windowless. final.