even seas the kettle boiling black derision seems another day fallen in between that a day works us a life i contused feeling collapsing the world a million dreams felt distant of all the dreams the perversion steams a new boiling mixture obtuse deserved streams of logic convoluted obssessed conspiracy received another lie redesigned confined lie ( Read more... )

i've read your journals i see inside the lies you carried

i know the pieces fit

last night something died not sure what. it wasnt my body ( Read more... )

regret is the hatred to disinfect.

distance.

disconnect.

you can kill yourself now because you are dead in my mind.

no salvation.
no forgiveness.

maybe it is entropic and more natural as a whole for the pieces to lay apart.
apart.