coffee shop rambles
this body is no longer mine-
each centimeter touched by another
removing my skin, replacing it with
their desievements and allybus~
don't ask why i'm here
you're guess is as good as mine
what is it with these faces?
plastered up as if paper miche`
only allowing a fragment of their
indentities to be seen, keep the
rest for the right time
BUT THE RIGHT TIME SHALL NEVER BRACE ITSELF,
so go ahead, let the
light shine in on each inch of who
you are, so i may find what it is keeping me here
in this desolate complex
