Zealots will adore you as they forgo romanticism for coercion as they offer their insecurity stemming from insidious roots, a hardwired smorgasbord of rejection, remorse and resolve-less apathy they can barely stomach so they get high, but never high enough to make ecstasy drip off their sycophantic tongues.
They aim for the stars waiting for by-proxy fantasies to be fulfilled hoping that talent can implant by osmosis through transposing kisses you’ll want to scrub away in the harsh light of day when you want to forget the regret but it’s sat right there along with the denial that it’s more than just about holes filled and hours killed that you were more than just a body to strip and ****, with only a façade left for protection.
It’s called ***-positivity, apparently don’t say what you mean make them feel special, spin a tired old narrative because you’ve got nothing else to give then take it away in the harsh light of day pass it onto another and pray that they’re naïve enough to believe.
Wild was the mass superiority, Invincibility's cherished messy fraud. Wrath coloured warning crimson wrote Justice. People watched as Mercy perished.
Gin lady lowers her lips by the skin of Reedy Lake Across and further inside Wood to share Silence of the creek Life that hid and flourished Grounds for the winding road. Three hours wheeled A stormy ride in the night.
The blindness of lightning strikes. Close your eyes For the flames of deeper under. Blindness breaks in a spark on the pan. Thunder shatters the sky.
There are so many experiences to observe without using your plain sight. I thought about this while taking a quick roadtrip up north in Queensland. I saw some of the aftermath of the bushfires. Burnt barks and leaves gone. Marooned soil off-road. People experienced a lot more than that.
Stare yourself down Just avoid the eyes, let's not make this personal Soak in the amplified reflection Feed on your favourite highlights Toss away the bones for the starving to chew Capture this moment, forever flawless Give the poor a feast for the eyes You shine so bright They will follow you little star Hang off a string and lead them They'll claw at your skin but never embrace you They'll chomp at your flesh and leave a rotting core You choose lust over love... Trade self worth for compliments Well then swallow your soul and drown in their praise It will never be enough.
Self made instagram models...I see you, I see you.