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死者 Jan 2019
i'm looking at the bridge
i long to drive on it
the beautiful view of the sea
it calls me

i'm driving on the bridge
i long to stand on it
the beautiful view of speeding cars
it calls me

i'm standing on the bridge
i long to sit on the edge
the beautiful view of below
it calls me

i'm sitting on the edge of the bridge
i long to jump off
the beautiful feel of the thrashing waves
it calls me

i'm jumping off the bridge
i long to look again
the beautiful view of the structure
it calls me
indecisive
死者 Oct 2021
i may not have wings does that mean i was never an angel?
what if the time just stopped
and everything sat still
including me including you
and our memories cant haunt me any longer
with your tail and your tongue you charmed me
the flags reflecting off of your skin remind me
of when i was alive
死者 Oct 2021
whilst tearing his mind and heart to shreds, i screech into the dead of night. i ask for a response, a reply, a ray of clarity. when that transparency comes i will not know. for i am plagued by the need for destruction. it blinds me! through slurping his brain and removal of the legs, i stay collected. i know what i have done, or i believe i do.

searching for the light, i take myself outside. i leave him sprawled out on the floor. he looks his best this way. the sidewalk has become a banshee, and it will never stop squealing. to avoid this conversation, i walk through the grass instead. my red stained shoes become green stained shoes. maybe this is the sign i needed. THIS is my clarity.

walking back home through the grass, i am elite. i am the great, and the only greater is the dead. thats why i put him down. he wanted to be great. the grass taught me this. the blades cleanse me, and i walk anew. the sidewalk shames me and believed i would stain it red. what's so wrong with that anyway? why is beige any better? the sidewalk should be as accepting as the grass, but it won't be. the grass that does get through the cracks, becomes lifeless—dead. the sidewalk isnt immortal, but i am. the grass isnt immortal, but i am.

inside we meet again. i want to be the greatest of the dead too. my soul cannot rest until i become the greatest.
死者 Jan 2019
i left my toothpaste at home on purpose
i went to your house for fun
you looked so nice
longing stares
it's time for bed
oops i forgot my toothpaste
can i use yours
yeah? thanks
mwah
oh, so you use mint flavor?
i changed from bubblegum to mint after

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