i think forever is a lie!
perhaps the opium of the desolate!
i am drunk on the tiny moments of now,
that left scars that whisper in the darkness.
i spend too much time with the dead,
but, they know the value of life!
i follow the scent of feet long parted,
and pee at every point of journey!
damnit, i cant pretend!
i still want! i still want!
when the soul becomes a man,
and becomes a prisoner of the heart
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-still-want/
