Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
Dignity is death.
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
