I am so sure you'll change the world with the garbage you incessantly spill.
I wonder why you care what they think of you, but honestly, I knew why before even asking.
There is no point in pulling the skin back if there is nothing there.
bringing my hand to the lowest part of my back where the sensation has yet to return, I curl my fingers and clench my hand into a fist. I ****** it forward, in and out. No matter, nothing at all. I finally did it. I won and I am the one laughing. It ends up this was yet another harrowing joke.
I crawl for none but the sadist.
stomach made of tar
acidic and empty
offering an end where there was no beginning
everything I touch
nothing is meant by this pause
this encounter is an error
been trying to live it down for seven years and some days now
even if I could trace your outline, I never knew your name
I say what I must to appease those that speak in tongues only my mind can seem to process
Your message is precious and I value your time
You will never know what victory really is until you lose everything
a culture too sensitive to exist
you should not care what people think about you because they do not matter
at least I now know we are not meant to last