david xeno: unto us
The champagne cork pops. I pour glasses for two:
one glass for me, one glass for you.Bubbles rise through the liquid and merge with the air;
i drain my glass - you are not there.I stare at the wall. The wall slowly dissolves
I dream of religion, i dream of dark sin
i dream of perdition as flames char my skin.
in mourning for others, in mourning ourselves.