Beast, O beast, all the more pity to see, why beast beloved, is it always mimicry?

When I breathe

I see me

As long as I’m looking through a lens

When I see me

Unless I’m looking through a lens

I see you

Like a massacre, your body is frightful and peers of denial;

She knows what she wants, she stares with intent and catches her breath when she hears your snare. It’s like she has no soul, nevertheless lost at the sight of someone she met who was stealing her friend. They get out of the body in soulful exuberance and strain for a form of a baby-like clueless, who has no clue what is wrong or what’s right in the middle, but she keeps up her clue with her flu-like emergence. She’s a cute little broody and is adorable in care with the kitty on display like a high in its tower. Of course, I care for the taste of impunity, and for nothing but nothing I feel, those lips feel so coercion, coordinating, and even indoctrinated.

Your just a jester, O you fool for that glimpse at a picture that is far from pasture,

For what is happening today is a busy one. The week is as gaudy as it is hectic as the wind is going but the cracks in the figure are fucking high in observation and the only reason I call for you is to seek the midnight falling. The tears are all made up for rats or their soul and they salt up the cake with a baby like an indulgence and I press my face close because I’m afraid and that fear is what keeps me running at bay, you indulge me in the acts of offing myself, telling me of the sharps that line all your shelves, all the tables that are covering the linen filled gild of human identity. Now long lost, unable to be still.

Moving graceless with a quiet pace.

Heated, you showed me in frightful delight. I was happy, but to say more realistic, I was alive. You killed me and drained me of life and happiness. So to see you make a face was the happiest day of my fucking life. You were soft and cold, you were warningly old, you tugged at my shoes and screwed holes in my bones. It’s just a fix for me at this point, I can see it, I feel it, the faces are a hoax. even so, I couldn’t give meaningful heed, my flying thing, you ugly thing, are my one true component. You’ve conditioned me, remade me in your brightful new picture and I couldn’t live a day without you. Because you are so beautiful, you beast.

Never will I walk in your steps and wordlessly shoulder for a minute longer

Your multiple faces have brought me a lot like a crazed idiot with senseless sensitive bracing in captivity I cannot bring myself to death in a help awakened coffin and with you, in my dreams, I still wake up sweaty but lifeless, you drink with my friends, you scream in my ear, you play with my hair, you spit in my food, you cuddle into midnight, you pay no care, you hate me but do you? Or do you hate that you don’t have me anymore? Or am I the crazy, the senseless bracing cavity with the cause in his rot and soul is my snared and the snakes in my face and the ears in my hair, the beast in my life and the cause of my miscarriage, the cat in black and the voice that screams and scares, the truth is wrong and the wrong is the same, the axes are startled to find you staring in stand and the straights or all caught and my face is in knots and the slips are all skiing and my legs in all gone, I’m stuck to the floor so hands in the cross I’m watching for death to make is breathe in brest, careless in happy that I go and back from the takeaway and the relax in satasfax is awake in my mystery. I want you to stop and I want to go on but the voices, they claw at the call and corner my interns, they’re caught at the moment and interdiction in state and they’re trying to get out of the house and they are all vermilion fucked.

Never the real you; talking from the heart and not the mind. This is a form of pardon– reforming want is hard to rejoin.

Hello

And this is a piece of soft, warm paper

Cold and baron with a full capping wasteland

Places width, never knowing where the scene was once set

For things are only forward

Away from the faces that fronted their mutiny

And shiver forevermore