Mistakes with Eyes closed.
I am tired. But sleep scares me, and the days wear on me. I find no rest in shutting off the lights, or simple
Traces of disease. Life leaks from every orifice. The queen pleads with her king. I find myself running futilely from temptation. A simple sentence could divide an army. Collected, Clean, quiet. Reputable traits. Loose, free, funny. Desirable. My heart skips beats as caffeine controls vessels pushing and pressing. The poison works miracles. The blind man is now able to watch as his body melts, and organs slip one way to another across the marbled kitchen floor. He sees. So where have we gone wrong. With everything at stake. I see nightmares of loss, tragedy, endless repetition, commitment, anger, failure. A singular finish to each thought. In the day time I fear for scarier things. The bits of terror, keep a smile on the outside. Yet. My skin is made of plastic, it melts to jello in the sun, mold-able at will. At night the muddled melted plastic hardened, leaving me a disfigured mush. I see the end is creeping, quietly, hungry, waiting for my last mistake. It doesn't come. Not today. Maybe once the fire creeps in above my chest, I will see the light. The cold hard winds call my name with vigor. I want to hold them, care for them, But she doesn't even know my name I am lost for words. I want to run. to meet to great, to make a name for myself! but what then? will I ever find peace, or simply victories and defeats. No true love. Was such a thing every to be desired? .
Traces of disease. Life leaks from every orifice. The queen pleads with her king. I find myself running futilely from temptation. A simple sentence could divide an army. Collected, Clean, quiet. Reputable traits. Loose, free, funny. Desirable. My heart skips beats as caffeine controls vessels pushing and pressing. The poison works miracles. The blind man is now able to watch as his body melts, and organs slip one way to another across the marbled kitchen floor. He sees. So where have we gone wrong. With everything at stake. I see nightmares of loss, tragedy, endless repetition, commitment, anger, failure. A singular finish to each thought. In the day time I fear for scarier things. The bits of terror, keep a smile on the outside. Yet. My skin is made of plastic, it melts to jello in the sun, mold-able at will. At night the muddled melted plastic hardened, leaving me a disfigured mush. I see the end is creeping, quietly, hungry, waiting for my last mistake. It doesn't come. Not today. Maybe once the fire creeps in above my chest, I will see the light. The cold hard winds call my name with vigor. I want to hold them, care for them, But she doesn't even know my name I am lost for words. I want to run. to meet to great, to make a name for myself! but what then? will I ever find peace, or simply victories and defeats. No true love. Was such a thing every to be desired? .