Open unwilling eyes to a colorless morning. Mutter silent curses under muted breath. Stumble in grudging footsteps into a lifeless room. Cold hard floor heralding yet another cold hard day.
Stare at the zombie in the mirror. Tired eyes staring back at a tired face. Watch life drip away in a stream of liquid clarity. Let soothing water run over tired hands, wash away all feeling. Watch sleep and dreams swirl down the sink, never to be seen again.
Feel the weight of cold metal gripped between begrudging fingers. The dance of light and shade on the razor’s edge. Sharp brutal release just a touch away. Shades of grey bleed into the cold light of day.
Put the razor to your own throat. End the grim affair of warm skin and hard steel.
Feel the honed metal bite into exposed skin. Slit open emotion. Sever yesterday.
Shred away past, present and future in clean calculated strokes. Memories stripped away in the friction between then and now. Cut it all away.
Wash away time. Wash away hope. Wash away you. Bathe in the despair of the wretched morning light. Tomorrow is here again.
May 16, 2008 at 1:34 am |
Your Goodness is so Bad its Better.
Hoop la, in muchness.
Glory be the Potato Master and Flying Mushroom (was it?)
July 2, 2008 at 11:56 pm |
Turn that Zombie into Prince Charming, go for triple blade Mach-III turbo…
Replenish your new found look with an extra soothing after shave ”Balm”. To me this is how one shaves like a man…
July 10, 2008 at 5:31 pm |
I´m a friend of your brazilian friend, Débora…well, she said good things abt your blog and that´s why I´m here. Congrats, very good text….as my friend said, you write so well…now I´m gonna explore your blog.
July 19, 2008 at 4:49 am |
Yaar terra itna chickna website hai.
Ek zamaanai mein tu cartoons draw karta tha. Wo tau post karo yaar.