this is hell
what’s wrong with you little hare??
going all in like you have a heart to spare?!
the fucking phone silent, dead.
the memory of her kisses kept me in a life-like surrogate full of hope and dread.
I breathe under water
wishing for a grasp of air
all I could dream of
was the oxygen blown in the dynamics from her beautiful perfect hair.
the longing for some
crushed my bones and killed the
light of my very last atom
I dreeeeeam
I dreeeeam
I fucking dream at that perfect skin.
I loooong
I loooong
for that sweet poisonous tongue.
I’m so enjoying the fall
a sucker for that sinking feeling
for that morbid heart-breaking thrilling.
get a grip you, pathetic emotional creep, and
step out of your sentimental pimp trip.
