A Drunk Winter

Indulgent ones do what they do best
Given the candy and the inconsequence.
Wasting away to the familiar void.

To be carefree is brilliant.
But complete freedom
Is sinfully decadent.

And nobody foresaw
Caring for nothing
Is careless.

You said "don't shoot," I said "I won't I love you you're my friend." I handed him my wig and shot myself in the head. -Kimya Dawson

Passion Pacifies

The new view was set in place.

His moral and beauty shreds

Pages justifying cynicism and disbelief.

Something expected

But diffidently hoped for

Takes place in a parked car.

It is awe, and skeptic is alleviated.

Hunger irrelevant, a bite satisfies

When you’ve been fangless.

"It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth." (Vincent van Gogh)