ебать меня убило от спайсаThis is my body at war!
No hesitation, this is entrapment entangling me. Where’s my attorney to defend or keep my mind from indulging? I’ve failed!
And my nerves have lost their touch. My eyes can’t see so much and if my heart is the next to go, how my brain will scream and let my body know!
My tongue is drafting treaties that my stomach can’t hold. My throat’s been fed lies that it’s finding too hard to swallow. And my liver? Oh god, how it knows that I’m poisoning it, so it grows and exposes its fangs. And its good friends, the veins, feel exactly the same; abandoned, lost, clogged with smoke and ashamed. But as for the blame? No, the blame’s not with me. It’s with you. Is it true you’re less girl than disease?
If this is it, let’s make it a big one! Let’s just seize until our blood starts dancing with fire and our bones explode. The marrow will drip slowly through whichever wounds are open, taking my skin by surprise. Oh, you’re wrong! You think your body is so fucking strong. It’s not! You’re just a flesh-wrapped present for a graveyard with intestines ribboning around you as knots.
Can’t you see I’m spitting out my taste? You did the very same. And when we are through, will the worms even want us or will they take bites of our skin and decide we’d make terrible dirt? To tell you the truth and be crushingly honest: I know I’ve heard that bodies are temples but when temples sink into the ground, they lose all their worth. Life’s a dance? Well, death takes out the grace.
свойства трения...Oh, the motor in the back of your neck is begging and calling for sex and the lizards are laying some monstrous eggs in an entropic tropical mess. While you’re sleeping, I’m crawling, I’ve crept to the edge of the bed where you’ve slept for a thousand nights alone in a cavern you call home.
I’m here so let’s do this. Your hands on my legs, you say the things I want to hear. Let’s please just keep touching. I don’t wanna think. Please keep me from thinking.
I missed your name! Can I hear it again? I missed your name! Can I hear it again? While you were talking my eyes kept walking down the walkway of your neckline so I didn’t hear you begging. Can I hear it again?
So many dreams have left me tired, waking up and shaking on my own. I ignored a ticking clock to call you and made a weapon of my phone. Poor judgment and bankrupt morals! A girl without a penny for her thoughts! I guess I like you cheap. I guess that conscience long since rot has sent me spiraling so lost into the planet of your skin. There’s a fear that we will end that just won’t let me begin. And though I have no qualms with lust, your body is a howling, haunted petting zoo that I really shouldn’t touch.
And as I’m walking out the door for good, I turn around to look at you and you’re…
You’re already undressed!
If I draw near, do you disappear? If I stay away, will you call my name?