he is everything and more
the solemn hypnotic
my dahlia bathed in possession
he is home to me
i get nervous, preverse, when i see him it's worse
but the stress is astounding
it's now or never
he's coming home forever
oh, he's the only thing that makes me sad
hard to say what caught my attraction
fixed and crazy, aphid attraction
carve my name in my face to recognize
such a pheromone cult to terrorize
i won't let this build up inside of me
i am a slave, and i am a master
no restraints and, unchecked collectors
i exist through my need to self oblige
he is something in me that i despise
i won't let this build up inside of me
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vermilion; slipknot
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
