unalive

march f1rst

locked away for sixteen days,

ready to come out and play:

now i live in shadows, as you steal

the sunshine

from the daze-

but one day, one day;

it's all gonna come together

one day, i'll be finished- and they won't even know your name

God, am I really what you made?

manifesting masterpieces, laughing at who you became

haha

go to hell! and kiss and tell and fucking yell at me

one more time

i dare you.

don't i fucking scare you

yet?

of course not. not yet.

perhaps when i am in a better place . . .