my soul is wrapped around a little orange bottle
90 white capsules
30 days of peace
maybe i will finally be happy when the clock strikes 12
or maybe epicharis and i will have some nice tea
i really can't tell which i'm rooting for anymore
"let me take your load"
"let me be there for you"
please don't lie
it's killing me faster than my disease ever could
rosy cheeks weeping over a cist of green
noli lacrimare cara
why do you have a green tail?
my nickname is now my wish
i'll finally waste away, just how you want
i never thought about my weight until you brought it up
skeletons have feelings too
now it's nine
and my mouth is bitter
chamomile dreams can only hide you for so long
clothbound escapes and glimpses of life
slipping through my fingers like the ashes of daffodils
look at me.
i want an echo
hold me with no remorse
but love is for the deserving
i look so pretty in the candlelight
maybe you will finally mistake me for beatrice
fake chaos to cover the smell of insipidness
call me a pretty prison
tell me i am important and you love me
i never said you had to be truthful
and there
a carafe prettier than the sunset
evening is a snail crawl in the face of sorrow
ivory skin with pretty scripture
pretty enough to convince you of despair
i fear that my mind is punishment from Him.
from you.
i lost myself in the pursuit of sanctity
a glacial ball of fire
i'll miss you but i'll miss myself more
one more step
15 and then a painting of black
i hate you but i hate your bliss more
and maybe if i stuff my face i will feel so happy
that i will just cease to exist
tragic.
