constancy impaired compared
want to live though life is achingly unfair
and no, no one will follow if you're just standing still you fool
leave people when people leave me out only
somehow being alone together with others, strangers, does not satisfy in the same way it used to
the subway became cold when it was how i started and ended my days instead of lived them
bläcket ditt stinker
stick out your tongue under the night, and some obscenity will surely lick it
when we predict the man is above, we kick it
open your mouth, let some red leak out, and she prays he would mimic it
i know words to know how they can create and destroy, not how to bend them to my doing, i'm afraid
http://open.spotify.com/track/4ZlOObyiFVurZekvjNKxA8
work me world
i have a back door in my mind that you escape from after the seconds that pass to create my weeks
during which
i keep on running into reflections i wish i could be, that is, my own.
in my lonely late nights, when i forget upon who i can depend always, i realize maybe i'm not so ready, as i am until the end of daytime, but t'may be as well that i'm just in the wrong rooms. which is why i miss them, which is why i want to create them.
my hands are itching, while the rest of the body is perspiring from pressure from within (only) that wears out beyond recognition. well, beyond recognition is a lie, which is why i have come to fear it greater yet, respect it more every time. the pressure accepts no help and has no compassion for limits of the body.
i want to draw your teeth, that could bite. no warm winds blow in silent, white, crowded, rooms. the distance amplifies the noise that would.
