the works

fuck it
she can have him,
his soul as unoriginal as hers
they can fuck themselves to sleep
over and over again:
the soulless with the soulless.
she'll flounder like a flower and
their knees will scrape through the sheets
like
tectonic plates as their worlds collide; earth below them
and hell further than that.
they can have it all.
the world is my symphony
the word is my company
I'll fuck it
day and night
sometimes
sober
(most of the time not)
the nights will thunder with great fury and
I'll be here,
accentuating the lightning from the fire
oceans amongst oceans
seas amongst seas
hells amongst heavens
the soulless against the soulless