How Long Does it Take to Mend a Broken Heart?

According to Death Cab, the blood should run red down the needle and thread.

That's unfair, I only sew on buttons and re-patch my holey jeans. Put that in your cake and eat it.

I'm in a love/hate relationship with music. Such a foolish thing. Such an honest girl.






Lovin's not for fools, Sarah Siskind and Bon Iver, lovin's for McDonald's.


Cheers.

One Drunken Spark ...

cake, glorious cake,

icing which covered my lips and mind with sugary sweet diabetes,

made my mind morbidly obese

yet it tasted like you smelled the last night before you disappeared

scared of monsters, I run, my mother is not there                            

words are mere mortals, falling out from my mouth 

as your tears glint on the edge of the sword

melancholia, you caused,

I'm here, and you're there - for what?

bitter melon my mouth and I will mourn in silence

that's all you see, from far away, but up close the scars in my eyes would turn you blind

soul? what soul? 

all that's left is some rotten meat torn apart by ravens

unwanted even by the birds of death

that's what she said, as he baked her a cake,

he didn't add enough butter

beauty through a webcam isn't beauty, it's an image;

a homage to false gods of self righteous idolatry,

pixels on screen lie and fill a void full of hope

a void full of hope is a void nonetheless

I look for escapism in imagination, 

yet imagination never fulfills the desire to feel

the breath of another on my hair

words come and go, taunt me, tease me - 

but they fly away from me when I need them most,

a lot like people

simplicity is honesty

and we are afraid of truth,

I am afraid of truth.

are you not afraid of finding out that despite everything 

you may be completely and utterly contrived?

Give me a Rosary and a dreamless sleep...

Give me a Rosary and a dreamless sleep

and I will be happy for the rest of my life,

counting the beads for world peace

I will sacrifice the time I used to spend thinking of you

and the way I wanted you to hold me,

and instead spend it on wishing the night terrors away,

keep the sleep paralysis at bay.

I can hardly think in the darkness for all I see are shadows

threatening to rip me apart

and possess me,

make me kill my mother and eat my sister,

caused by the weight of my sin and indecision,

not in one camp or another,

driving my brain to steer in angles unexplained in the light.

Give me a Rosary and a dreamless sleep,

and as my eyes close on the Hail Mary,

everything will be alright with the world,

for there are no shadows in Silence,

only in the absence of light.