The human brain is beautifully extended
However, with beauty there is a price to pay
We have to pay for everyday that we spend elated and without worry;
Our thoughts and actions become dresser drawers
You may have them all open at once
None open at all or even slightly
Or a secret special sequence of opened *******

I choose to keep every drawer at a slight open

At ease, I may now peak in and search for the answer that I need

Never shut completely.. in case I become needy

My heart is in my stomach & i'm painted with sweat

No one but you makes my spine tingle like sprinkling rain

I ******* hate you
I ******* love you

You deserve love, but none of mine

******* swine

CTL

The end of my cigarette seeping down like an inferno

Burning slowing

Blurry

Filling my lungs with toxic self nourishment

Trailing smoke in my lovers face

Why is it so ******* pleasing to ruin ourselves?

Why does it hurt so good?

Maybe i'll find out once its all over

Once I am locked inside my wooden cage, and topped with wet earth

I'll patiently wait until then

I'll finally fully understand how much time I had wasted running full speed to my final destination

Death

Who really loved me?

Who truly didn't?

The inferno of this cigarette is finally half gone

Even more time wasted burying myself

The other half of me is my brain

Pickled in alcohol

Riddled with regret

Past, present, and future

A woman in love with her sins and passion

A victim of her own ideas and indiscretions

Infatuated with torturing her very soul

A beautiful mind, riddled with fear

My body is slowly turning into ash

Burning, and red hot

Disgust wrapped in pretty paper

To be burned, and thrown in a gutter

Don't fall for me.
I won't even see you when you stare,
Never mind catch you when you fall.

Don't fall for me.
Because I'm not the air rushing past your face,
I'm the cold, hard slap when you hit the dirt.

Don't fall for me.
Love songs and serenades only meet my deaf ears,
Mountain top shouts, the result'd bring you to tears.


Don't fall for me.
I'm not the type to notice,
I'm not the type to feel the same.

Two very dark, and boundless questions constantly cycle through my brain

It can either seem immense and overwhelming, or very simple

Am I living? Or am I dying?