Daddy,
Free will is overrated and I think I am a drug addict.
I get high off the sound of your voice, I cannot eat, cannot sleep, cannot do anything unless you tell me to.
I know they say dependency is sickness in my head, but I think I like being sick because I like being subordinate to you.
No, I love being subordinate to you. I need you to function and you know that. It is not a question anymore it is a fact.
I am yours.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
I still wear his shirts,
But on my flesh they don't remind me of him
They don't smell of him anymore
They don't burn holes through my skin.
I still have pictures of us,
But I don't seek them out anymore
They don't make me cry
They don't make me reminisce.
I still have memories of him,
But Daddy doesn't like them
So I forget
forget
forgot.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Moonlit sadness
Silhouetted madness
Hollowed out bones
Marrow on the floor
Blood soaked sheets
Rotted flesh beneath
Shaking fingers
Guilty hands
Breathless lungs
Skies crowded with bodies hung
*How can any of us breathe
beneath this sky of subliminal madness?*
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Milky way lover
Cosmic dreamer
Choking on stardust
Bleeding infinity
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC