Motionlessly sitting
Quietly thinking
Head rested on my desk
I put my fears to the test
No thoughts come to me
Compelling advisers look at me
Try not to stare,
Look down and play with my hair.
I burp subliminally.
I smell blood
and coiled in it
was half of my soul.
I grasp to it,
hope I don't breed,
not that anyone will take
any interest in me.
Suffer the abnormalities
of the world so far behind.
Contrary to popular belief,
I was no one special.
So walk for disaster,
smile slyly for ever and after.
No one could be a more
perfect match
than me and your mother.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
Motionlessly sitting
Quietly thinking
Head rested on my desk
I put my fears to the test
No thoughts come to me
Compelling advisers look at me
Try not to stare,
Look down and play with my hair.
I burp subliminally.
I smell blood
and coiled in it
was half of my soul.
I grasp to it,
hope I don't breed,
not that anyone will take
any interest in me.
Suffer the abnormalities
of the world so far behind.
Contrary to popular belief,
I was no one special.
So walk for disaster,
smile slyly for ever and after.
No one could be a more
perfect match
than me and your mother.
