Whoever said reality is better than dreams has never met you in their sleep.
I woke to the beauty of my unconscious mind, the story of our non-existent love affair.
Nothing happened, not a conversation nor a kiss, just a glance into your alluring eyes and a glimpse of your fatal smile
because dreaming of you aroused more emotion, more happiness than living reality hopelessly without you

you're  addicted to bleeding aren't you ?
even though you avoid razors and knives
you bleed words, like some crazy messed up exhibitionist.

Cigarette smoke is
dancing in my vacant void
singing empty space.

Once upon a time there was humanity.

You were the ocean,
And I was desperate to drown.