This and That _________________________________________________________
This life.
My wife sleeps quietly as I type away at this computer.
She drifts in and out of consciousness and prays to god I don't climb into our bed.
Two reasons...
one, she is disgusted by me.
two, I snore too loud.
She dreams of a better life.
I dream of one I can survive and tolerate.
I guess the truth remains, at least we have our dreams.
This face
Fat and swollen..
pockmarked and sad.
it screams cover me.
it screams hide me.
I cannot oblige it though.
It's my only defense in this world.
This heart
Whats left of it.
Eaten away and broken.
Pulled at and tugged at.
stopped.
Dipped in steel.
Now it just gets dented on a daily basis.
This soul
Leaves my body and explores strange and wonderful things.
I never get to know what though, as we are not on speaking terms anymore.
It's been pissed off at me for sometime.
I just say, "Get in line"
Probably not the best response...
but what can I say...
I really don't have much to work with now do I?
This child
This reason.
This perfection.
This love of mine.
This way to go on.
This angel.
This holy terror.
This, the best thing I have ever created.
And nothing will ever come so close to wonderful.
And nobody can take that away from me.
Sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite...
Captain PirateFace
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