a little bit of dark... a little bit of humour...
|forgot to ask you to reset the clock. it's burning bright branding my blue eyes with your lie.|
underneath the covers we are incomplete. i'm unsure of why, but i'll follow you everywhere. i'll die.
catch me, you'll try, after i jump. you'll leave fingertip bruise paths across my upper arms. don't cry.
kindness was a collectable. we played catch with phrases for accidental fun. if you notice, try.
yesterday i curled up in a ball in despair. you couldn't grasp the pain of my sad train. neither do i.
offing one's self is an interesting threat. i might miss you even if i join the trip. why buy a why?
understanding means i'll have to seach for a purpose. when you eat against the grain, i don't mind.
this piece of me recieves your soft touch. it's a bad plaid pattern of a repetitive play. is this life?
our rawness excites our non-existant phantom audience. we're violently sick and so am i?
only when you let me bleed out into a fitful sleep and walked away swiftly, did you finally see.