The honor in being a sociopath.

[x1harrypotter1x]

Sand for feet

Art, fucking art.
I cannot see
how much i speak,
so i turn and flee.
The words must be,
a way for me,
to act, to be
so god damned smart.

Buckets for wings

Buckets for wings,
oh, i cannot sing.
the rain fills up
my mouth, water runs.
It flows down until
the sun drinks it
straight from the cup.