silence is causing my neglect to deepen. I have always known it would come down to this. somewhat bravely reaching out into the dark trying to find a hand to take. but grabbing air in return.
Your spirit force has me blindly committing sins all for a possible kiss, a touch of your skin. For this electric exchange I would do anything. admire you in Hell just to be with you. I would choke on your essence and be ready to die all for that moment.
How can I be with a God, and my king not see it in my eyes. or in my hips as he is no longer the ruler. I waited for you to not only see but know my body. now our pulse is weak not sure if we can make it.
hard at work trying to be normal
coreydime:
while I am laying here, I wonder, if you are laying there, thinking of me too. maybe of the rug burns from the last time you were here. it keeps replaying in my mind, haunting my dreams. Do you think of me?
coreydime:
I can feel you staring at me across the bed. I want to hit, punch, kill you. You took my crown and forced me to walk behind my own chariot. now I muddy and confused don't even remember I was once a queen. I will force myself to save me, before we both lose everything.
Very happy now that I found out I have the fearnet channel. Awesome 
I.m Corey the only real way to spell it. One story about me is I did my own tattoo on my arm in ninth grade with Indian ink and an needle just because I wanted one that bad. It looks horrible but I still have it. I say I wear my mistakes on my sleeve.
mutantbaby1:
WELCOME TO SG! 
coreydime:
Thanks
I.m Corey the only real way to spell it. One story about me is I did my own tattoo on my arm in ninth grade with Indian ink and an needle just because I wanted one that bad. It looks horrible but I still have it. I say I wear my mistakes on my sleeve.