#inner strife

but also im a sensitive baby and i hate my hair getting in my face while im existing

my nails melt like wax softly push, gentle penetration I take up my cross breached lungs pierced mind rugged skin lucky myths it's nothing but texture scent and instinct you're all nothing but flesh bones and shadows I blink quickly and jerk the slack from my thoughts slapping my face trying to clear my head I lose my air but it really is too late I can't feel you I can't breath you've all left it's all gone I'm just a knotted, rotten mess a sunken cleft soul rending thoughts moldy gray matter a traitor to myself a slack glutton a discarded mass pulpy fodder for the frenzy with nothing new to say and even less to think on fade or fry live or die can't seem to care can't seem to anything