dirge in the dark's blog: "Man without this mask!!"

Contorted to fit the contour of her shadow

Overshot and shy of short-term memory loss

Never made it last time with broken wings

She's looking for heaven on a crash landing

Wishful thinking for whore

I hope you crash and burn and die

And leave me secret little messages

Blatant hints of nostalgic longing

That scream of self concern

And with your tempered memoranda

Inspired nonsense for your heeding heart

I hope it bleeds your heart to death

You may not be here right now but

I wish You would go away