Recoil. And recoil fast. She was of simple taste so He shattered her veiny lungs with his spit almost effortlessly. Under his weight she was stunted, her limbs frozen by the constant of his blarring audioporn. At every touch she had to brace herself for his embrace.
What would you like to recoil? Our friendship? Our feelings for one another? Well, mostly mine. Or just nothing? Personally, I would like to forget you completely, which i think you would prefer as well, or you really could care less. So let's be nothing, just as if we had never met.
I will not write again of you the way I used to do you've swallowed up enough of me to last you many moons and if you try to find me in the places you will go you'll only test your memory against a single soul
it used to be so easy to get lost inside your head I found so little meaning in the words you never said it must've been subconsciousness that let me see it all unraveled my surroundings so there wouldn't be a wall
I think it was a fever that caused both of us to burn ignited by a dreamer and a sleepy little girl I've wanted you forever said the maker of the dream until you have returned to me I cannot fall asleep
I shake as all my weakness leads my body to your door but I can't lose a battle I'm not fighting anymore so back to the recoil, hesitation has an end I'll always be as close to you as I have ever been
title and inspiration taken from MONO's, "Recoil, ignite"