I'm going to take off the addicting jeans my mom gave me and change into something more comfortable, like reality.

Today in church my mother sat next to grandma.
Singing hymns and discussing life after death.

Grandma has been dead for 10 years.

Rotting from the inside out,
that
animal
is
still
breathing.
Feel every fiber panicking, the bloodstream over flowing, and it's meat roasting in the sun.

Vultures will take advantage of you.

Fibers panicking , bloodstream exploding, catastrophic size thoughts turn to plans.  
She knows she's rotting from the inside out.
I know I'm rotting.

Is it suicide to hire someone to **** you?

I want your jaw to drop,
just like the man dropping dead in the middle of the street.
I want your breath to be stolen from your throat,
Just like the sickness stole my hope.
You’re going to ache for what I have to tell you next.
I’ll leave you hanging just like the boy hung from the tree in the park.
He took his life.
Ill take the rest of this, but in the end I’m left with nothing.
You’re left with your mouth hanging open and with no breath in your lungs.
You look just like the boy in the park.

Darling why haven't you left yet?
How can your bright eyes see so much in me?
Dear, how can you kiss my lips when such ***** words have lived there?
Lovely please stop crying.
You say you'll love me for the both of us.
You kiss the ground I stomp on.
You saved me and it's all your
god
dammed
fault.
I adore you, bright eyes.