why can’t i be the boy next door
i stay dreaming of living in his head
my ****** abode doesn’t equate
to his well kept space
i want to spend at least one day in his bed
i just need a bite
seal his soul inside
keep and say it’s my own
no one will miss the real him
disappeared in my deranged vanity
death isn’t silent
but alone we arrived
and alone we will depart
perfect i will finally be
i want to be art