Corporate-outside

a bright shock of white blonde hair caught my eye through the dreary smoke and haze of fog machines.  she took my life away and stored it in her eyes. i lit a cigarette and waited for it back.  by the end of the cigarette, something had changed.  six long years at a loss for something to say.  black sheets and white balloons fill visions unquestioned as i wander for the door.  its so hard to find yourself when you cant even find the exit.  i smoked again and i had changed by the light of the soft glow.  i found my way out and wandered home to a place where i could my worship my ghost of a lover.

in my mind i lose myself.  its an old habit.  i see fragments of death, sex and mortification.  i see nightmare images of devils and lands burning from the cold wars of another time.