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delirium if the feelings gone away, I can not make you stay. I'm fevered and I'M tired, wishing I could take you higher. if I could purify your naked soul, I do it yesterday the tears, they’ll peel away, as they set and stain your day, believe me I have tried. and with will, can everytime. if I could purify your naked soul I'd do it yesterday. when there’s nothing left of me, my own bitter enemy. I feel empty and in shame. |
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FISH HIDING, FLOATING. THINKING, CHANGES STATE. RAGING, THAT’S ME. ENGAGING, WHEN I HAVE THE INK. I DONT KNOW WHY I FEEL THIS WAY. MY NATURAL INSTINCT DEFIES THEY SAY. ALL MY MIND IN CONTAINED SPACE. AN EMPTY BOX WRAPPED AND SEALED WITH LACE. FISH, FLOATING, MEMORY, FIVE SECONDS NO MORE. WHO IS, LIGHTING, FIRES?, PUT MATCHES TO WATER. I DONT KNOW WHY I FEEL THIS WAY. MY NATURAL INSTINCT DEFIES THEY SAY. ALL MY MIND IN CONTAINED SPACE. AN EMPTY BOX WRAPPED AND SEALED WITH LACE. GRASS IS, GREENER, THROUGH. SUN STRUCK EYES. GRASS IS, YELLOW, IF YOU. HAD THE RIGHT SHADES. I DONT KNOW WHY I FEEL THIS WAY. MY NATURAL INSTINCT DEFIES THEY SAY. ALL MY MIND IN CONTAINED SPACE. AN EMPTY BOX WRAPPED AND SEALED WITH LACE. |
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initial blast. i’m on the outside, while you’re on the inside looking in. but who’s on the right side?, when your so pretty and so thin. it seems to me, you do as u please, it seems so clear to me. i’m an amoebae, and your great steps will crush me dead. but i’m still here, laughing at your sore feet instead. it seems to me, you do as you please. it seems so clear to me. |
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initial blast. don’t tell me what i can not do, nor tell me what i can. in the universal scale of things, your so fucking dumb. the winter always goes away, a need to chase it all away, today. so save me now forever, you don’t know what you have done. in innocence is purity, and if purity is gone? the winter always goes away, a need to chase it all away, today. i can only prey for a reason, that one day suns will shine. to melt the icy waters, that are my hart and mind. so don’t tell me what i can not do, nor tell me what i can. in the universal scale of things, your so fucking dumb. the winter always goes away, a need to chase it all away, today. |
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