dradle dradle dradle

why is my skin so
itchy?
thick?
pale?

i stepped into a room of parasites
i think it is because i got lost on my way
way to what?
to my home?
to my room?
to my love?

i cannot keep guessing.

i am too powerful for my own itchy, thick, pale sking.
and i cannot even sleep.
or wake up.

and be me anymore.


i am pulsating with this maddness.
i guess it is because she's a lie.


that's just it.


that's all it will ever be.


but we are all lies.


i drink the city up with my liqoured lips and irridescent words.
it is dark outside and my heart beats too quickly.
i
love
i love i love i love
nothing and everything.


everything and nothing all at once.

even if i'm embellished with your shiney shards of glass
and glued blue stone tears
and mint filled kisses
i cannot make myself you for any longer.

you are my maddness.