in a house full of
nothing
the camera
l
u
r
k
s
like a ******
silently
watches
the floor weep into it's
--------------------------------------FOUNDATION--------------------------------------------
and the knock!
knock!
knock!
coming from the
closet door
echos
chos
hos
os
and we sit
and stare
at
heart-winning photographs;
the children we used to
be
we silently
seep in the remembrance;
narcissus
was
not
in
love
with himself
he was
in
love
with
h-h i-i s-s s-s h-h a-a d-d o-o w-w,
the perceived
nothing
Just a trick
of - - - light
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
out of books
like
l
e
a
v
e
s
of emotion,
like
F
A
T
H
O
M
S
of suffering
/ T / O / R / N /
from your
l i p s
like black tar on your
s k i n
camouflage
for
the
A B Y S S
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
in a house full of
nothing
the camera
l
u
r
k
s
like a ******
silently
watches
the floor weep into it's
--------------------------------------FOUNDATION--------------------------------------------
and the knock!
knock!
knock!
coming from the
closet door
echos
chos
hos
os
and we sit
and stare
at
heart-winning photographs;
the children we used to
be
we silently
seep in the remembrance;
narcissus
was
not
in
love
with himself
he was
in
love
with
h-h i-i s-s s-s h-h a-a d-d o-o w-w,
the perceived
nothing
Just a trick
of - - - light
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
out of books
like
l
e
a
v
e
s
of emotion,
like
F
A
T
H
O
M
S
of suffering
/ T / O / R / N /
from your
l i p s
like black tar on your
s k i n
camouflage
for
the
A B Y S S
I just finished reading House of Leaves.
