nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and it rests on my sleeve

nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and it cleans to my frame

nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and i finally feel like *me

adolescence was cigarette smoke and a girl
who couldn’t love herself
enough

she got tired of trying
sometimes you get tired

they say death
is not death
until someone has murmured your name for the last time.

your life hangs in a balance,
your internal organs screaming for decay
but i won't say your name

your flesh looks beautiful that way
i'll watch you decompose