he layed there, another night,
alone again.
"you're intriguing, I want to taste your mind"
I listened to him;
from far away I could see him.
that pale face, so serious with those gentle eyes.
I wanted to see myself in those eyes, and to feel like he was only looking at me.
it was dangerous.
it was selfish.
it was wrong.
but **** why did it feel so fucken good?
and i said to him-
"I'm poison, the world just doesn't know, **** I don't even know how poisonous I am-
come try me."
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
he layed there, another night,
alone again.
"you're intriguing, I want to taste your mind"
I listened to him;
from far away I could see him.
that pale face, so serious with those gentle eyes.
I wanted to see myself in those eyes, and to feel like he was only looking at me.
it was dangerous.
it was selfish.
it was wrong.
but **** why did it feel so fucken good?
and i said to him-
"I'm poison, the world just doesn't know, **** I don't even know how poisonous I am-
come try me."
F.R.S. Inspiration.
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