bones_made_of_ice so fucking lost and a life created from empty echoes of nothing at all tearing it all down frightened of discovering that there is nothing underneath but the walls are being smashed down smashing themselves down and even if i wanted too, i couldn't stop this now 030825 ... . . 040826 ... mourninglight bones of ice dissolve away, with the heat of passion leaving even less than was there in the beginning, for what use does a sack of limp flesh serve in the bedroom? brittle and breaking, snapping like rabid dogs, your cold fingers caress my exhausted form, and cut more deeply than you know. 040827 what's it to you? who go blather from