2b or not 2b
what f'ing apartment am i in anyway
she sits with the blade at her wrist
to slice or not to slice
that is the question
the decision
lives hang in the balance
hers first and foremost
others on the periphery
but only just barely
they die if she dies
just slower
they bleed out thru empty eyes
just takes longer
the razors edge is ambivalent
it cares not what it cuts
i've never known if the blood feels the same
does it wish to remain from whence it came
dead eyes are just that
dead
extinguished light
never to be relit
the color is still there
but dimmed
dulled
empty
eons of empty
eternities of empty
do not look overly long into the depths of that well
Lassie shall not arrive to rescue you
you and Timmy are just ******
buh bye *******
the noose is the razor's soul sister
the missus to an evil mister
we need both blood and breath
evicting either is equal parts death
the wind is always cold
when a life's final tale is told
like there's a hole in the river
when there can't even be a hole in a river
but somewhere in the almost back of your mind
you remember sensing that sliver
and trying for a moment to focus on it
but it was gone in an instant
she's not coming back
nobody returns from that hole in the river
not once
not ever
you want to go there yourself
scream your soul into the face of that hell
explain exactly how it should go **** itself
in ways they don't even allow in hell
there are memories running rampant in my mind today
borne of both blood and beauty
all those things which made me me
every single ******* one
very much not okay
eidetic sux when it rears it's ******* head
that's why i tried to make it dead
beyond any ability of mine to control
some of them are hateful hurtful
some are almost okay
****
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
2b or not 2b
what f'ing apartment am i in anyway
she sits with the blade at her wrist
to slice or not to slice
that is the question
the decision
lives hang in the balance
hers first and foremost
others on the periphery
but only just barely
they die if she dies
just slower
they bleed out thru empty eyes
just takes longer
the razors edge is ambivalent
it cares not what it cuts
i've never known if the blood feels the same
does it wish to remain from whence it came
dead eyes are just that
dead
extinguished light
never to be relit
the color is still there
but dimmed
dulled
empty
eons of empty
eternities of empty
do not look overly long into the depths of that well
Lassie shall not arrive to rescue you
you and Timmy are just ******
buh bye *******
the noose is the razor's soul sister
the missus to an evil mister
we need both blood and breath
evicting either is equal parts death
the wind is always cold
when a life's final tale is told
like there's a hole in the river
when there can't even be a hole in a river
but somewhere in the almost back of your mind
you remember sensing that sliver
and trying for a moment to focus on it
but it was gone in an instant
she's not coming back
nobody returns from that hole in the river
not once
not ever
you want to go there yourself
scream your soul into the face of that hell
explain exactly how it should go **** itself
in ways they don't even allow in hell
there are memories running rampant in my mind today
borne of both blood and beauty
all those things which made me me
every single ******* one
very much not okay
eidetic sux when it rears it's ******* head
that's why i tried to make it dead
beyond any ability of mine to control
some of them are hateful hurtful
some are almost okay
****
