Punching mirrors
to breach the barrier
between you and me
Show me that
black hole heart, friend
let it consume us
Chew through
the lines you've drawn
with my hand
This predates catastrophe
our faceless meditation
taste like apple seeds
I'm losing touch,
but I like the rush
we should ****
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Punching mirrors
to breach the barrier
between you and me
Show me that
black hole heart, friend
let it consume us
Chew through
the lines you've drawn
with my hand
This predates catastrophe
our faceless meditation
taste like apple seeds
I'm losing touch,
but I like the rush
we should ****