I’m looking at the clouds the way I once looked at my skin,
They look so ******* pathetic,
So dense; with hues of eosin.
Tainting the pale blue sky, the motion is nostalgic.
A pool of sweat extends my fingertip,
Yet I still feel so ******* cold.
Take a heroic leap, right off the edge of an airship.
Then plummet into a crease, somewhere in the centrefold.
Erode my mouth with heaps of chalk,
It's supposed to help me grow.
Paradise was always just around the block,
So drag your feet out and ******* go.
When my apathy begins to tackle me,
Making me spit whatever will I ever had out on the street.
It desalinates the flesh in me; inside my artery,
Then disappears into the depthless wet concrete.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 11:57 PM UTC
I’m looking at the clouds the way I once looked at my skin,
They look so ******* pathetic,
So dense; with hues of eosin.
Tainting the pale blue sky, the motion is nostalgic.
A pool of sweat extends my fingertip,
Yet I still feel so ******* cold.
Take a heroic leap, right off the edge of an airship.
Then plummet into a crease, somewhere in the centrefold.
Erode my mouth with heaps of chalk,
It's supposed to help me grow.
Paradise was always just around the block,
So drag your feet out and ******* go.
When my apathy begins to tackle me,
Making me spit whatever will I ever had out on the street.
It desalinates the flesh in me; inside my artery,
Then disappears into the depthless wet concrete.