................FOE IS NOT A WRITER BUT FOE LIKES TO WRITE.................................

Sunday, 19 September 2010

TERRIBLE TERRIBLE THINGS

Slower, slower, please, I cant keep up.
Ill have to retreat to the darkness and withdrawal of my night watch.
Okay, so you cant run as fast as me?
but you can dance?.
Come and dance with me, he smiled.
He circled
Silly
she forgot that only sharks and vultures circle. 

Maybe I wont come back this time,
She silently hoped
(well at least she made it look like she was fervent and fearlessly hoping 
but she really never meant a word)
Now what the fuck was that about?

the tide is rising higher, with each cold exhalation and every cold clink of the coin.
Strike curiosity into action
Rise
Arise
Throw your religious crutches into the fire
We have nothing more to restrain our desire. 

WE GROW LIKE VINES ON THE WALL OF OUR FUTURE
OUR LIVES HAVE BECOME SO ENTWINED, 
IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE TO PART THEM.


WITH 
EVERY
PASSING
DAY
WE GROW TIGHTER


AND WITH EVERY
PASSING 
DAY
WE SQUEEZE THE LIFE A LITTLE MORE OUT OF EACH OTHER