our heartbeats
can never be in sync;
for I know mine
will always be beating
faster than yours

My soul,
a wasteland of salt and sulfur,
is heavily
-DRIPPING-
 In My Own


Ḇ̸̫̓͂͒̀̓̀̽́ḽ̶̨̝̘̖̳̫̙͇̣̘͍̤̦̹͉̓̎̾͆̂̃͋̌̃̕͝͠ó̸̧̮̳̯̣̘́̃̕̕͝o̷̔­̡̛͇̤̹̹͎̩̤̜̙d̴̛̳̑̒͛̎̀̐̓ ̷̲͍͎̩̰̳̔̑͊̂̄̇͐̀͗̔͑̓̓͠



Because my
Soul
Is full of secrets;
Because my soul
Is full
Of Lies.

Wring them out,
whip and crackle.
Droptop,
SAY
Mouth of tackle;
-Hooked on love-
Falling in hate.
Screech, Stop.
Red light-
-POP-
mental fatigue.
Drowning in silence
Ringing beads,
bit lip babes.
Marbles, pink and green.
****** teeth with shark tooth scars.

Yeah, my soul is quite a show.
Don't you know?
Crackled, snaggled:
Running from slippery truths.

Slip-n-slide
Ride or die
Come with me


Let's feast
...







L̶̛̛̛̛͌̓̈̀̋͒̂̀̒̒͌̎̂̃̆̋̐̾̈́͌̔̾͆̀̉̆̇̔͐̋̚̚̕̚̕̕̚̚̚̕͝͝­̢̧̫̠̭̣͇͆ḛ̵̡̲͇͒͛̓̌̃͐̀͒͛͛̔̿͗͛͐̈́̌̍̈́͛̂̅͘̚̕͠͝ͅt̵́̌͋̂̍̀͋̀͒̀̿̊̉̏̏͊̒̓̅̾͠­̧̨̧̢̻̯̳̻̠͚͇͍̦̩̠̲̠̝̖͔̮͎̰͈̱̻̣̝͇͓̗͉̲̤̝̙̙͚̺̯̲̼͓́̀̽̈̇͛̓̌̍̒̐̾͊̚͜͠ͅ'̸̐̂̀­̢̧̢̢̪̻͈͔̝̲͓̣̗̩̪̣̣͖̤̹̣̬͔̦̱̱̬̬̥̲͕̬̲͍̺̦͉̣́̔̽̇͆̉̀̀̓͆̉̆̇̈́̋̐̃̍̾̕̚̕͜͜͜͝ͅ­̨͉ṣ̴̨͎͈̖̞͐̓͂̋̍̌̐̇̇̉̈̈̂̉̎͠͝͝ ̶̧̛͇͖̟̫̯̳̹̱͖̦̖̣̮̥̺̱̣͇͔̘̬̼͇͋̓̃̆̆̀̎̇̍̏͛̈͋̊̓̅̑̅̄͑͋̑̏̓̓̂̽̄͐̌̊̈̓̎͘̚͘̚̕­͍̤̖̟̻d̸̢̧̛̛̛̤͉̪̗̪̥̲͉͓͉͖͍͔̰̖́̾̾͐̑̈̔̈́̾̑̽̿̊̍̿̆̓̉̾̇̓͆̐̆͒̀̈́̊̈́̓͘͘͘͜͠͝͝ͅ­͕̪̯͍͍͔̲̜̖̺͜i̵̻͖͎̅̾́͑͑͐͒͗̎͑͆̈́̀̀̏̇̇̅̎̇̉́̎̇̊͂̈͋̂͌̒́̊̋̀̀̉̚͘͘̕̕̕n̶̔͛̕͝­̧̢̡̢̺̩̥͕̦̤̯̪̠͉̦̗̼̻͖̜͉̫̰͎͖͇̠̘̥̖̜̦̥͍̙̞̜̪͍̜̌̎̀͗͑̎̅̂̏͜͜e̶͑͌͒͌̿̓̓̀͊͑̋̕­̧̢̢̡͖̹̟̝͎̙͎̱̹̺̰͓̠͖̮͙̙̻̤̫͚̳̭̖̭͔̮͓͚̖̥̺͇̯͙̲̤̿́̏̍͐͒̎̊̅̓̈̿̆̉́̕͜͜͠.̶̈́̅͝­̧̧̧̞̳̞͇̱̘̖̬̩̭̭̥̺̖͕̱̪̳̪̳̖͓̗̫̘͍̥͔̯͖̦̯̯̩̯̖͌̋́͊̄̽͊̓͂̀̏̌̄̒̽̈͌̒̂͐̈́͛͘͜ͅͅ­̘̻̭̰̠̲͇̭.̷̧̧̡̼̫̰̟͇̳̱͙̣̠̈́͌̇͘ͅ.̶̡̥̮͈̻̮̻̒̍̎̐̈́̚͝