sereneDestruction

My age is showing. My face is always twisted in a combination of sardonic and disgusted, I guess that I'm amused. The kids these days aren't making any sense to me. The world is unforgiving, so I try to make the best of things to the best of my ability. But then my cigarette goes out and I just wanna tear it all apart, let's start with you and see what damage I can do. Yeah, I think maybe the pills are kicking in. The tiles on the floor welcome my body as I drop onto my hands and knees. My eyes are shut against the bright and mocking glare of a sun too far away to give a fuck about the way this makes me ache inside and out. A two-day hangove

Morning. No noises from the rest of the house; it's only the fan, assaulting my bare feet with blasts of cold air.  Slowly I tuck them back under the blanket, careful not to wake you.  I turn my head and allow my eyes to lazily roam over the curves of your face.  Features softened by complete release and relaxation, eyes lost in R.E.M., you are almost childlike, innocent.  Beautiful.  Ignorant yet to the arrival of another day, lucky you.  I glide my hand down the line of your jaw, your neck, fingertips barely making contact with the surface of your skin, like warm velvet.  Uttering an unintelligible murmer of sleep dialogue, you press your