knot
i don't want distrust anymore. it's like an ashen corpse, decayed and evaporating but never leaving, folding its hand around the bend of my neck and trying to smile at me with amonia dripping from between its socalled lips.
it's difficult to sleep with a ghost around your neck. especially when you recognize it from your dreams. the things you wish you didn't know where there, or rather weren't there at all.
it hurt to lay down on my back because it's settled in my spine and it just knifes at me nervous system when i do, but then i'm so tired that that's all i can do.
and so i call it distrust because that's what it seems to be.
one more final and i'm done, too bad it's copyright law. this will be the longest weekend ever...
bg.
it's difficult to sleep with a ghost around your neck. especially when you recognize it from your dreams. the things you wish you didn't know where there, or rather weren't there at all.
it hurt to lay down on my back because it's settled in my spine and it just knifes at me nervous system when i do, but then i'm so tired that that's all i can do.
and so i call it distrust because that's what it seems to be.
one more final and i'm done, too bad it's copyright law. this will be the longest weekend ever...
bg.