misha9999999

i want to be the anatomist of your soul... hand me
those white gloves and a little rusty scalpel. I'm
gonna operate and investigate... Oh, i've never been
to this dark corner before... What are you hiding here,
babes? I'm not gonna put you out... no, no... I want you
to stay awake and feel your skin splitting and bones cracking
and memories clogging. First they're red and smell salty
like the sea, but then they become black and dry out...
I read that in the book that you gave me. I'm a scientist,
a doctor... Don't be afraid of me... Take off you clothes.
Where did you get that scar? I didn't give it to you...
Sit by the window, so that I could see you in the daylight
one last time. Yes, the black hair, and red lips that are always hot,
and the freckles on your shoulders... I want to remember
you just like that. Yellow sheets, all tangled up. Spiders
and dust, water and the smell of distant tragedies...
You're going, i'm staying. You're gone and I'm still here...