Nightlamp
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15-10-19
I want you to read this.
Know that I'm a psychopath.
It would be easier if you hated me for creeping up your neck.
For holding a snare around your ankle.
For being obsessed and inhuman.
If I'm not human. If I'm not real. I cannot be hurt.
And since your opinion matters the most in this hour, tell me I'm surreal. So I can surrender.
~
Barefoot.
Floor.
I wish you could see me now.
Slowly moving my body to his lyrics.
"Oh mother I can feel.."*
Breath in my mouth so I won't die.
If that lust is too mad.
Then bury my flesh and mind among the soaked leaves.
As long as your skin grab my limbs, I'm fine.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
'Cause ***** words
nasty and ****** words
are the cleanest of expressions.
For they have the ingredient of naked truth.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
*I to want to write remarkable words
In a language that I all my life have not heard*
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
"Tomorrow you will be alright"
I comforted myself a near midnight.
Dragging the towel, moist from the sink
under my lower lids, I did never blink.
Makeup and water or makeup and tears
some may never now, as I
that lonesome, quite autumn night*
Though I lastly found with my poorly sight
that under my lids there were, well how to describe?
- I lowered the towel and looked even twice
Nothing as makeup were pouring down my eyes
but a still, matte
constant.
Sorrow
Now what about tomorrow?
I blinked and I shrank as I lowered my head in the sink.
Oh but never were I capable of washing off ink.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
A lonesome quiet autumn night
With my twitching, pouring sight
Some just might, hold one tight
As lonesome as this quiet autumn night
With self-devouring, melancholy
I as many, you as few
We'll be alright in this chilly, jolly
quiet, moony midnight dew
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC