He doesn't even like me
He likes the idea of me
Someone next to him in rank
Something shaped like me
But never me
My feelings are nothing
To him
My emotions that
Are stunted
By this infection of darkness
Spreading from my soul
To my body
The glow of life
That just barely survives
In me
Pulled taut against the wall
Of skin
In my bodies
Desperate attempt at survival
They would **** me
If they saw how dead I was
He would not actually like me
He is too shallow
And would surely drown
In my deepest oceans
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
He doesn't even like me
He likes the idea of me
Someone next to him in rank
Something shaped like me
But never me
My feelings are nothing
To him
My emotions that
Are stunted
By this infection of darkness
Spreading from my soul
To my body
The glow of life
That just barely survives
In me
Pulled taut against the wall
Of skin
In my bodies
Desperate attempt at survival
They would **** me
If they saw how dead I was
He would not actually like me
He is too shallow
And would surely drown
In my deepest oceans