(the crazies are on full swing. read with caution. as with all)
well my mind is nice and revengeful tonight. oh spiteful. i hate everything and it's eating at my flesh. how decadent. when will it stop. when will i stop. my swings of fine to psychotic has me running to the edge of the balcony to gain some strength and gasp for air...though i know it can't hold me for very long. control me.... i wish it had the power to. so i light up. i light up and i light up some more until i am flat, and on the floor with my head towards the moon looking for forgiveness, for a savior. i am sorry. i am not well. i am trying. i taste floral on the tongue, cotton candy and i am 8 years old again. what is this taste? sugar cubes dance in my mouth. springing right and left, leaving behind sprinkles of dew. i close my eyes and right next to me is a man i want to cover every inch of. he has no face, but i can fill one on him. i just have to grab my crayons. i'll give him a purple face. amethyst. he will be precious. oh we will fall in love and he will mend me. or maybe not. my body is filling with water and my thoughts are spilling. i am laying in a filth of my own pollution. floating, through the city on a death trip - somehow this feels like home. home is where you make it. oh i forgot, i'm not quite there yet. we are strangers these roads. no matter how many times i walk - no matter how many times i get lost - i never quite remember where i'm supposed to go and how i got there in the first place.
i am going to light up some more. and more....and then some more until i light myself.
well my mind is nice and revengeful tonight. oh spiteful. i hate everything and it's eating at my flesh. how decadent. when will it stop. when will i stop. my swings of fine to psychotic has me running to the edge of the balcony to gain some strength and gasp for air...though i know it can't hold me for very long. control me.... i wish it had the power to. so i light up. i light up and i light up some more until i am flat, and on the floor with my head towards the moon looking for forgiveness, for a savior. i am sorry. i am not well. i am trying. i taste floral on the tongue, cotton candy and i am 8 years old again. what is this taste? sugar cubes dance in my mouth. springing right and left, leaving behind sprinkles of dew. i close my eyes and right next to me is a man i want to cover every inch of. he has no face, but i can fill one on him. i just have to grab my crayons. i'll give him a purple face. amethyst. he will be precious. oh we will fall in love and he will mend me. or maybe not. my body is filling with water and my thoughts are spilling. i am laying in a filth of my own pollution. floating, through the city on a death trip - somehow this feels like home. home is where you make it. oh i forgot, i'm not quite there yet. we are strangers these roads. no matter how many times i walk - no matter how many times i get lost - i never quite remember where i'm supposed to go and how i got there in the first place.
i am going to light up some more. and more....and then some more until i light myself.