Dead for now.
Tired of throwing. pennies at your head. this time. I have a hammer. for your thoughts. communication. is key. mother fucker. my crystal ball. is cloudy. like everyone. around me. I haven't been.
Grey skies. Horizons lost. Clouds for miles. A hint of frost. Troubled times don't run,. they walk. Silver lined or heavy with rain. when it's your head they're over. It doesn't feel the same.
Bring the chaos. I need it. desperately. without it. I am lost,. in the silence. deafened. by the sound. of nothing. blaring loudly. in my ear. dead air. is. dead air. devoid,. vacant. the quiet.
You can say I'm pretty. But I'll disagree. If you turned over my heart. You'd see the mould and rot. Collecting there. Can't help that I've got. A black thumb. I am a living corpse. With sunken eyes.
I'm safe in here. From prying eyes. No one can hurt me. With their cruel lies. These walls are the boundaries. This door triple bound. If I curl up behind them. I cannot be found.
He claims two be dead inside. he yaps about it everyday. today it's over coffee. I listen and roll my eyes. he wants me two get it. two really, really get it,. I tell him "I get it".
Eyes, you are banned From seeing anymore. I am sick of these heart skips, At every slam of every door. Ears, no more listening Out for pretty voices.
Opussians, Sorry for bothering you. I've got some serious exams and issues and life to work through at the moment and things aren't right at all.