okay. i'm pretty sure i wrote this on drugs.. it's alright
though.. if you get past the weirdness.. lol. umm.. well,
enjoy.

***

this is new.
this is real.
no, this is nothing but a few words.
this will be nothing until i chose to make it something
because i have the power to do just so.

in my dettatchment, i feel as if i have been running
from something i was always meant to be.
awakened is the beast, and i am rejecting it.
only to know it is not a beast, but a treat;
one from which i would, in my uncontrollable lust, lick 
your sweet substance
from its imperfect fingertips.

why do i write these words, and in this fashion?
would it not be proper to call my words but things?
only upon use within a sentence can a word be called,
a "word", and i do not write in sentences.
atleast i might as well not,
because to you i speak nonsence.
my words have a meaning. and it is such a pity,
that you will never be able to grasp such a concept
as i spit these things out
off the top of my head.
as you twirl in your utmost ignorance
i will hold more knowledge and understanding in my pinky 
finger at your death. do not bother with your quest.
i come to discourage you for a reason,
lest we forget.
all things that come about come with reason.

let me be your undertaker, and darkened angel.
let me carry you away and mend your wounds with a blackened

magic.
let me suck the tragedy from your situation so tragic.
i come to give you all, but i cannot stop everything.
god-like tendancies are given to the most un-godlike of us.
you base your belief in a god, in me, in all who possess 
such tendancies.
you like to listen as the words flow,
as i'm not sure where i'm meant to go.
well in my words, i will tell you this
i have but one wish, to erase from your minds
the silly notion of a heaven.
i wish to enter with a twist.

a heaven and a hell.
and a somewhere in between.
two or three concepts. but what do they mean?
no one has ever been, and none have ever seen.
yet you believe, so strong and i am enchanted.
you cannot explain the pearly gates,
the angelic images, or "His" heavenly face.
an existence and relgion that by far can be predated.
why for a god who can give you no proof,
and give you nothing but hatred?

without a doubt, i feel like i can give you everything 
right now,
and i have never loved any one person more than this;
and i can tell you all of this, i can embrace it, and i can

feel it;
all without a doubt.

love michelle.