i always wanted to feel like part of this was mine.
I had gotten past coughing when the toxic smoke choakes me. Thanks to him i didn't have much of a gag reflex anymore anyway. Months of smoking, Being sick, and puking up most of my food had abolished that nasty little reflex. Of course there was his mania for oral sex, but that is beside the point.
not it's not
I raise a cloud over the ceremonial circle and sigh. It's getting late, the summer sun just setting at nine. I look out the attic window to see a wisp of pink cloud. Beautiful. I feel the chemicals taking my brain. Beautiful. He smiles at me passing the bong to Same-
I have a name
Alright, Requiem smiles at me, passing the bong to same. Happy?
always
He leans in and wraps an arm around my neck and kisses me twice. Two is his favorite number, he'll do things in twos. blink twice, take two tissues, close the door twice, wear two shirts.
it's the only even prime
when i told my dad i was gay he locked me out of the house and yelled through the mail slot to find somewhere else to live. He wasn't living with no queers. I shrugged and returned to where i had come. Requiem's house which is called Praise. Other kids live there in that huge house his dead parents left him. Requiem was lucky to be 18 and own a huge house, Requiem was always a lucky person. People never trusted him.
I called my house a week later and my dad had moved out, he'd taken my sister with him and now my house was empty, abandoned. I would later use it, but for then it was an empty ghost house.
In the Attic of Praise is where i sit now my brain cells commiting suicide. Me being kissed by a lucky fag-
I sound like a cigarette
Get out my head!
your nuts
shut up! just shut up, im trying to talk
to who?
not it's not
I raise a cloud over the ceremonial circle and sigh. It's getting late, the summer sun just setting at nine. I look out the attic window to see a wisp of pink cloud. Beautiful. I feel the chemicals taking my brain. Beautiful. He smiles at me passing the bong to Same-
I have a name
Alright, Requiem smiles at me, passing the bong to same. Happy?
always
He leans in and wraps an arm around my neck and kisses me twice. Two is his favorite number, he'll do things in twos. blink twice, take two tissues, close the door twice, wear two shirts.
it's the only even prime
when i told my dad i was gay he locked me out of the house and yelled through the mail slot to find somewhere else to live. He wasn't living with no queers. I shrugged and returned to where i had come. Requiem's house which is called Praise. Other kids live there in that huge house his dead parents left him. Requiem was lucky to be 18 and own a huge house, Requiem was always a lucky person. People never trusted him.
I called my house a week later and my dad had moved out, he'd taken my sister with him and now my house was empty, abandoned. I would later use it, but for then it was an empty ghost house.
In the Attic of Praise is where i sit now my brain cells commiting suicide. Me being kissed by a lucky fag-
I sound like a cigarette
Get out my head!
your nuts
shut up! just shut up, im trying to talk
to who?