my poems are getting messy but at least i cleaned out my room of used pillows and blankets and people and trinkets that i no longer needed bare minimums, start over, again like you've done a thousand times before
does the soul age with every person it consumes? do we stay forever in this place if we preserve ourselves, by keeping around people from which we feed? - parasites.
why am i so young my brain has murdered thousands of innocents and washed the blood on my hands with liquid gold that solidified and made the never-leaving stains invisible to the human eye
beauty is in the eye of the beholder so move on, nothing to see here
i am relentlessly failing
19.12.17 / 15.12 / i don't even know what this is, im lost and so sorry you have to witness this