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Lungs of steel, for I have met her gaze
One brow curls up as I try to get away
Those disgusting light-brown pearls
set my guts aflame
Tightly closed jaws judge me
harder than any words

she plagues my mind
hurting when i long to rest
witty thing she is
ruining my sanity
all cozy and safe in my brain
I vow by her end

To plot that day again
And greet her like I owe
With a devilish snarl
Lusting for vengeance
Her pale face covered in awe
for the horror that unravels
Making the final blow

I stopped wondering why
the pondering makes me
crave that day
More than she’ll ever know
pondering too much is never healthy
NPD
Honey, honey, love me for my money
Love me like you have never done
Keep forcing it upon me
I truly think you can be the one
The girl that really wants me
you will treat me nicely
and bear me my only son
But wait…

Don’t go, don’t go, I bought you the front row
I bought us some seats and rented
The building for our love-show
If you’ve taken my love for granted
Be vigilant at your window
Worry for tomorrow
I might come by to end it
Just wait…

Body, Body, stop saying you’re sorry
Stop pretending that you care now
you know you broke my glory
If you were really in love, then vow
To always be my quarry
be part of my story
until bullets pierce my brow
I’ll wait…
NPD is a mental health condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance and need excessive attention and admiration.
My mother’s face has changed
Wise wrinkles carve paths in what once was smooth skin
I trace those lines with my eyes
The glance a mere grasp of who she is

I embrace her hands in awe
brushing my fingers along hers
feeling palms of sandpaper
unable to say a word

short breaths for there’s
A stone stuck in my throat
Dwelling up cramped tears
Forcing my eyes to close

Her voice barely a whisper
dryer than her hands
telling me to forgive her
for tiny things she did

i beg her to stop
since I should be pleading
thus her voice wanders off
yet so does her touch

I open my eyes in horror
To find a world full of nothing
those wrinkles finally catched up
leaving me empty-handed.
inspired by "Tomorrow" by Tyler the Creator

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