petroleum jelly and lemonade

I sometimes wish that
Scars, made in sadness,
Faded…
When encountering times of happiness.
                  Lost
                      (lust)
                  Lives
                      (loves)
So long, guilt.
Hello, consciousness.
Being in love really suits you…
Like a deck of cards;
Aces high.
      Euphoria?
           Paranoia.
      Euphoria?
           Paranoia!
Like infectious clocks.
Ticking seconds by;
                                           Tock-tick. Tock-tick. Tock-tick…
Heartbeats.
                                           Buh-buhm. Buh-buhm.
Warm in darkness,
And oh, there’s such darkness.
  (Winter
             makes
                         me
                                cry.)
Desiccated and withered?
Only if she makes me.
                                                            Tock-tick. Tock-tick…
Crank up the iPod –
Let’s shuffle.
                                                            Buh-buhm. Buh… buhm.
                                                                   Buh…
                                                                           buhm?
Flat line, girl.
You’re through.