spacecaqes

you're hot fire my little stove i'm live wire too fried to move are you tired? or deep in love? i'm glad you drove through ice you dove my waters sank and rose

now the meow wail at the door wake up face (found my face) the kitchen floor i'm awake (i'm not sure) dunno what for there's songs inside to sing here and in my head (hands) you linger truth is we've got a ringer

my only wish is to connect see and be seen til nothings left to smother there or keep in check and maybe i can breathe a small sigh of relief oxygenated peace (an oxygentle breeze)

i'm sick of being tired and i'm tired of being sick and sometimes i just want to tell the world to suck my dick

there's nothing in my head, i want to watch t.v. instead my will to live is fully dead my only trophy is my name deeply carved, sincerely wrote onto couch cushion and remote trying hard is too much strain lets watch that other show again to make me laugh a stupored smile i might feel better for a while til i recall that times a wasting so i get wasted

i have no motivation

i used to like to do things that made my creative parts sing the loss of satisfaction stings now i just want to close my eyes and nap, ignore the buzzing flies of thought which crash into my brain i wouldn't try that shit again cause i will not be listening