I walk across
I don't want to be seen
My eyes down make me invisible
steel and clumsy movement
The heaviness
this heart must carry
across the floor imagine I'm not there
metaphor brocolli or spinach
Why seek still
lust smashes me
empties me
wrything I'm wounded
Every wound an organ reopening
ritual sabotage
not enough time to forgive myself
before thoughts sting
Venemous hornet
into the mind and heart
excitement and shock
illusions stack over my person
why seek me yet
I don't want to be seen
I want to fade into the weight of the world
Not the one you push or pull
the one that puts out the fires
of ruinous infatuation
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