I left my heart back in Kiev,
found my soul in South Korea.
I dreamed of the northern lights,
and saw a shooting star in Paris.

I lost my virginity in Ibiza,
drank too much up in Dublin.
I ran in the streets of Ljubljana,
and drove with windows down in Sydney.

hair like honey,
eyes like diamonds.

skin like porcelain,
smile like the sun.

you broke my heart when you mentioned ways for one to **** themselves,
because things you described hit home.
they resonated with me and what I’ve dealt with.
I’ve lost two friends, two beautiful souls to the horrific and morbid things you said was a “joke”.
I felt tears well in my eyes but I had to keep them in so I wasn’t weak.

I miss my friends.

You completely belittled the things they did to themselves.
You called their methods “weak” and them a “*****” for not doing it in a more public and dramatic fashion.
In that moment you were “joking”.
But it wasn’t a joke to me.

Suicide is not a joke to me because my friends are gone because of it.

never again,
not today,
will I ever let you stay.

I’ve caught the pattern,
I see the signs.
and I know it deep inside my mind.

I will not be your tool,
for you to use,
for you to bruise.

Not today,
never tomorrow.
Suffer alone through the sorrow.

she was a snake,
discarded and diseased.
she crept into my mind,
wrapped herself around my being,
and suffocated me.

her coils embedded into my independence.
her poison polluted my blood.
she climbed up my throat and came from my mouth,
And soon she had me by the neck.

I gasped for my breath,
yet it had fled from me.
dry tears poured like a river,
and my mouth was filled with fear.

I pulled my arms to me tightly,
my body trembling with pain.
she now had me wrapped in her cruelty,
and like this I would stay.

spinning colours.
flashing lights.
pounding music.
rooms too bright.

tucked away amidst the dawn,
he took a drag on Mary Jane,
coating her in liquor rain,
as he thought of thought of lustful times forgone.

he sat the pill right on his tongue,
and watched it melt away.
he closed his eyes and swallowed vulgarly,
for there was no time to be a saint this day.

he hid within an acid storm.
and his promises were holy,
when he watched the load drip down slowly.
for the psychedelic pleasure held him warm.

I'm thinking about horses
they're so ******* regal

Their muscles ripple through their skin
like waves in a little ocean

Magnificent beasts

But why the **** do they listen to us?

They're so much stronger than they know
but they trade their freedom for a dependable meal

They let people get on top of them
and tell them where to go

But how can I judge?

Is that not exactly what I do??

IS THAT NOT EXACTLY WHAT WE ALL DO?????

I'm thinking about horses...