2-19-17
I'm attracted to pain
The way you're attracted to a pretty face.
I want you to bleed me out,
Take my veins
And make them yours-
Give me weaponry,
And power.
Waking up is cold,
This is all such a silly chase-
One that I guiltily pursue.
You touch the goosebumps
And they think I'm poetic,
Or at least they will,
But I do this for the feeling.
It's got no deeper meaning.
Existence is pointless
And we breathe the pavement.
They shout at me to stop
But I can't,
You don't get it-
I don't have to stop this,
It's nothing but a hobby..
You hardly know where I am without it.
Highs and the lows,
They keep me pushing the walls further-
What exactly is too much?
I'm made of extremity,
So am I really wrong for the escape?
I've never touched love,
Not exactly,
Because love went from broken windows
The night the cops pulled up
And I turned it into
Open wounds,
And three of everything.
Dizzy on the way death smells,
I'm shaking.
It's becoming problematic,
Because I need this
And I need you,
But I can't need anything,
So I take control.
Won't you fix me?
Make me dream of something
Other than blood,
And I'm hardly happy when I'm high.
It's no longer escapable...
Nothing is.
- (m.m)
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