**** I crave you!

My thoughts and desires every ****** seconds and hour.

I wasn't expecting this. To feel this strongly towards you. More than physical, I hear you and see you everywhere intuitively.

A twinflame union?
Perhaps, I've been seeing signs of it everywhere,
I bare, standing six feet deep in strong tensions I feel.
I hold a deep personification to my heart.

A soul ******* love making strong passionate sensual sounds inside of me.

*** dripping off me ...
The smell lingers from your heat

Bite me

I wanna live in a isolated place and write poetry and paint and eat

That's all, forever

That's all I want

They ask what I dream of when I already have it all

Privacy, isolation and space
Living in a beach house
That's all

I want my old self back

Where is she?
I feel like I've metamorphed to a cyber super god

Trapped in this human body
I miss my space and privacy

I want it back

I want to write poetry again and just live a normal life away from this world

The pressure, the intensity and the stress

NO BREAKS

NOTHING LEFT

What can I say...
I reflect, and inconsequentally disturbed.
Disturbed by alterations that I cannot control.
I let it be...
But it keeps coming back for more.

I wish I know, but wishing is all I can do.
Fire in my eyes, burning with desire.
A stone in my chest.
A yearning for rest.

Passion evoked but I'm running for more.

With speed I burn out and die alive.
**** me, love me

TAKE ME,
NO CONTROL

But I breathe dark gore

Dark whispers of people, speaking on my presence; as if I don't experience pain and suffering.
I prefer to be real, show authenticity regardless.

On screen and off

I hate attention, I was never one for people...
Still not.
I HATE PEOPLE
I HATE HUMANS

I hate the fame
I never wanted that attention

Now I have to worry about my publicity and media like a 24/7 job
WHO CARES WHAT THEY SEE, OR WHAT THEY DON'T SEE

I never cared, never will
I just want to live my passion and enjoy myself whilst doing it

It all reminds me, the **** that I've been through, the **** that I've seen. The people I have dealt with, and the memories that are daunting upon me.

Was it really all worth the pain?

To live in a world that is so fake, to be surrounded by insecure clones all trying to be each other. It's petty and so below me.

I prefer to alienate from it all. I prefer to be so detached from the external that is doesn't even bother me.

I grow resentful, a disturbing anger and hatred.
Bitter, grotesque, obsolescence is no more.

Nothing ever matters at the end.
People, they come, they go.
The days and years go faster than they come.
At the end, I was made from dust and ill just go back to that.