these pictures flash in the front of my mind hourly, every hour
Five hundred days caked in suffocating acid that burns bright pink but aches so far away too
i wont fall into the trap of blaming my tail that i chase, hatred never resolves anything; i am the torturer
dont you know that i try to see through your eyes at night?? tracing the silhouettes in your room. wishing i was one of them
Seeing for sure. Knowing for sure.
Can't be sure now. carving a facsimile of you guessing how it moves and reacts.
Isnt it so fucking perverted???? deep in the night everything is hushed and i have nothing to fill the space of my mind
it leaks under the doorframe and from around the windows. Suffocating thinking uncontrollable. The fascimile appears. it mocks you. You would be so offended
why does it torture me???????? Falling into this trap. I am the executioner
and now i sleep forever