I’m cold and it’s lonely outside

Mimimi. Habt einen schönen Herbst.

what else will these tortured souls do
to gain another second of trust
every second we bleed and every second we rust
the night falls around and darkness cloaks you
this is the only rest we get
the only time we can hurt aloud
embrace this dark heart that eats and pounds
by day they tell me to hurl it out
and it’s a bright purple but now
right now it’s pitch black and warm
and I soak myself in its ink as I squeeze around it
the smaller it gets the better it feels
the more it pulls, infests me with eels,
and I can never squeeze it out
cause it lives on being diminished
and I wish I could vanish in it
and you and my room and my bed
and tomorrow with the sun over my head
. and the things I’m gonna do to please

Schreibe einen Kommentar