anger
She was there three nights ago, in my dreams. A sweet scent filled my head. Thoughts crammed into every space I have available within my body. Anger that I cannot contain drips out of my mouth and ass. Pain and hurt like watching my mother die. You can find me wrapping my face in cellophane some nights, just to imagine, just pretending; imagining another place without pain, pretending that there is somewhere, better than this.
The stars are on fire tonight in the cavern in my heart. Long stairways and narrow windows make it impossible for me to want to go anywhere. Insanity, and insane, the sparrow is being thrown gold rings as I get the leftovers from a well known king.
The stars are on fire tonight in the cavern in my heart. Long stairways and narrow windows make it impossible for me to want to go anywhere. Insanity, and insane, the sparrow is being thrown gold rings as I get the leftovers from a well known king.