The damp
oh
     oh      

                      oh
i fear the damp
the earth is hard and still
           and my flesh is dead and
                      and
                          grey
It will not absorb the blow
                      
                                                 l ike .     live        fllee .  s . sh      ca aan

and does
           it . will only rot
          

                                                            and the worms come out
                                                            and the worms come out
                                                            and the worms come out

i want to believe you love

but i don't
i want to hear the things you say know the things you do are worth my while our while but are they

i don't feel so

i feel resignation near like a dagger in my heart or worse. disappointment.

i'm out of grand gestures love sparks flying and cuts made and things ended

i'm tired

my sweet joy my love i love you but i'm tired and i have to let go because you're not here i love you but you grow grey

not morning grey

                                                                                                death

i wish i could see you in technicolor once more.

well i still love you.
who knew?

Goodbye, my love.

I loved you first.

oh
now i see it is time
truly time
to let you go
both of you
i can tell by my resistance

i have created my need for you
out of the need to feel important
and the belief that life is only worth living for
when people are very complicated

that simply
                               isn't                    
                                                                                                          true.

moon
I am confused about you
Do I love you or hate you
Do I want to love you or be you?
come closer
or run away
Away
away
I love you
it’s true
but I think I hate you too
Just a little bit
maybe a lot
you reflect the images back on me
i do not wish to see
Stupid
Cruel
Reflective
moon
Why do I love you so
And hate you all at once
God
Is it a disease?
I
Have I fallen ill?
I feel rather sick
Maybe it’s a drug
poison in the water
a poison I want
To **** me slowly
Deeply
Centimeter by centimeter
inch by inch
each day
Rocking back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
You are so pale and beautiful
and full of witchiness
But is that you?
Or me?
Who’s reflecting whom?
and whom do i hate more

The world is ash now
The colors are less vivd
a greyscale comparatively
my body parts work again
i can hear
whereas with you i feel like i am underwater
time is moving slowly once more
it moves so quickly with you
where i begin to wonder if you were ever here at all
I want to to trust you
but i don't