snake lady with slit, slivers of obsidian for eyes:
i beg you to **** the light, turn me to stone, make my darkness real.
i want nothing more than to be frozen in now,
offer me the stasis, **** me somehow.
that type of halfway point between the knife and
a weakened atlas is where i lie.
turn to me and transcend my paper-thin skin to emerald.
your eyes are the portal to freedom,
god's final mouthpiece.
give the gaze that kills the half-lidding living.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
snake lady with slit, slivers of obsidian for eyes:
i beg you to **** the light, turn me to stone, make my darkness real.
i want nothing more than to be frozen in now,
offer me the stasis, **** me somehow.
that type of halfway point between the knife and
a weakened atlas is where i lie.
turn to me and transcend my paper-thin skin to emerald.
your eyes are the portal to freedom,
god's final mouthpiece.
give the gaze that kills the half-lidding living.
About needing an escape/release from everyday "life".
