alright. i have no life.
i do, however, find some sort of comfort in sitting in this rotting room of blank white walls all day long. let the sun decay and fall behind the hills. watch the dying light scorch and scratch out our sore eyes. bleed the sockets through the hallowed whispers of the night. bleed your eye sight. see just what you want to see. hear just what you wanted to hear. taste a refined lie or touch a broken jagged heart smashed upon the floor.
i want new images.. i want to find that camera that used to never leave the place held safely around my neck. just for it. but, no, now there's just barren pale white flesh. no twine. no fancy leather padded strap.
heads will fucking roll if he sets a foot in this room. or any room that is mine.
long fingernails. flesh around the neck. digging. tearing. plucking little shards of pain from his wincing eyes. i will kill him.
where.is.my.camera.
i.need.to.remember.what.i.cant.drink.to.forget.
i do, however, find some sort of comfort in sitting in this rotting room of blank white walls all day long. let the sun decay and fall behind the hills. watch the dying light scorch and scratch out our sore eyes. bleed the sockets through the hallowed whispers of the night. bleed your eye sight. see just what you want to see. hear just what you wanted to hear. taste a refined lie or touch a broken jagged heart smashed upon the floor.
i want new images.. i want to find that camera that used to never leave the place held safely around my neck. just for it. but, no, now there's just barren pale white flesh. no twine. no fancy leather padded strap.
heads will fucking roll if he sets a foot in this room. or any room that is mine.
long fingernails. flesh around the neck. digging. tearing. plucking little shards of pain from his wincing eyes. i will kill him.
where.is.my.camera.
i.need.to.remember.what.i.cant.drink.to.forget.