cockroachesi wonder if i were to look between the lines of your eyes and read what you said to me if i would be able to make any morecockroaches
sense of it
(does it make sense at all?)
would i find peace or solace? would i find answers? (or are there any?)
would i find memories? or would i find cobwebs
sometimes we all want a little bit of sugar virgins aren't virgins forever
we all bleed at some point
but does that make it ok?
do you remember my blood? can you feel it now
on your ey
ReallySo it all comes down to this. And here I go one more time. Lights, camera, action. And you're on: I don't know who's listening to me right now. Anyone? If this is even on, I don't know. But if you’re listening then I need you to know something. And if you’re listening then you already know I’m dead. If you're listening you already know the story that you want to know. If you're listening you already think I'm a monster. If you’re listening, chances are you’ve seen my shriveled skin caked with blood. Chances are you found me curled up in the corner of a filthy studio apartment with roaches crawling over my eyes. At least I had thReally
uncertainty, take 1there are so many feelings thoughts emotions that i can't sort out and i think that it's your fault (thanks... it's your fault) my head swims and drowns in thoughts of yesterday (in thoughts of tomorrow) the pulse in my wrist is throbbing hard and i am watching my flesh quiver and quake. (is this normal? is this okay?) my fingers shake as i tuckuncertainty, take 1
wisps of hair behind her ears and mouth wordlessly that tomorrow has ended (hello yesterday) and we laugh at the thought that we're dying outside (that we're dead inside)
but sometimesi love you, really, i do. but when i look into your eyes [sometimes] my stomach churns and spins. [think merry-go-round. think cyclone] not in a nervous way. not in a happy way. sometimes, when i look at your face [your long eyelashes and your pink lips] i get sick. [i feel alive] you suffocate me. [you complete me] when you touch my hand, my cheek, my leg, it's hard not to spit putrid bilebut sometimes
at your leather shoes. [it's hard not to kiss you] your fingers burn my arms and i can feel the heat in
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Please take a Look at my Stock-Account at :iconanthropogena-stock:
~+*Den Engeln möcht ich Flügeln stehlen, um den schnellsten Weg zu dir zu wählen.*+~
*+~I wanna steal the wings of an angel, just to choose the fastest way to u~+*
And take a look
me goes off to check your gallery now
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bernie
I can't comment your poem because my English is not good.
Anyway, welcome to
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time wastes so much time
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