I am half dead.
Like the crushed leaves beneath my feet.
They are almost brown but absolutely not green.
All I do is flitting from one side to another
senselessly
until I disappear
completely.
My body is cold and white like yours.
Though, you don’t have a body now,
I don’t have anybody.
To love.
But I know a soul which will never die.
It musn’t be a surprise that God keeps you out of my reach.
I would take all of you.
In one go.
Sweetest suicide ever.
While you are flowing through my throat
to my stomach,
I will destroy my excretory system
to keep you inside of me
for more than a little while.
I do love you, I love you twice.
How can you be so real and unreal at the same time?
I hate to fake myself but
“I think I made you up inside my head.”
@mosquitoism
December/2011
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I am half dead.
Like the crushed leaves beneath my feet.
They are almost brown but absolutely not green.
All I do is flitting from one side to another
senselessly
until I disappear
completely.
My body is cold and white like yours.
Though, you don’t have a body now,
I don’t have anybody.
To love.
But I know a soul which will never die.
It musn’t be a surprise that God keeps you out of my reach.
I would take all of you.
In one go.
Sweetest suicide ever.
While you are flowing through my throat
to my stomach,
I will destroy my excretory system
to keep you inside of me
for more than a little while.
I do love you, I love you twice.
How can you be so real and unreal at the same time?
I hate to fake myself but
“I think I made you up inside my head.”
@mosquitoism
December/2011
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