Dearest grim;

Youre such a ghastly creature,but yet I succumb to mesmerize .
Your beedy little hollow eyes
eyes of black,and eyes of an end
Your face is of nothing,for your shape is an endless change
You transition to whatever I desire,
something new and different every day.
but no matter the color your breathtaking eyes,
or your gorgeous cheekbone height,
your touch is still of frostbit ice.
and your scent of musky death
...hmm... with.. ..peppermint,I assume?

wait..what the fuck..

why am I thinking of this?
go away.I dont care of how you smell.
Dont lay your hand there.
no,stop!
dont try to undress me..
you cant take this off..

wait,its ok..theres still time.I can escape.I dry my swollen eyes.
I wont let you endure me,and take me in..

I can stop you..I know i can.I can vanish you,into thin air.. you will be no more. you will exist,none.
My fingertips can slip into your skin,i can wave inside your stomach,
I can break apart the air particles and fragments of your ribcage,
watch as they all come apart and separate
like tiny specks of floating dust
youre not so strong,now are you,baby?

transparent,you are made of glowing air,cold breath and sweet yet frigid words. LIES, I SAY!

you have no flesh
you have no bones
I thought you said you could take me somewhere?
how is that,if we cant even hold hands?
youve not a heart,youve not even a soul.

I can kill you,here and now.I can slay you with my repression...with my silence,and my non expression.

now let me stay,and let me be.
I am now of this pain,because of you.

I have the will,do I have the power?
Or maybe I have the power..but the will is absent.
or perhaps its taking a shower or reading an intriguing book somewhere..


wake me the fuck up.
i'm gone,i'm lost.
i'm numb,I cant feel anyone or anything

I dont know i dont know anymore
i dont know anything
i'm just falling
and sleeping
and getting off
and thinking
and not even enjoying myself

and not even crying..

i cant even shed a tear.

the only thoughts that stir within
are of the once inebriated one who chose to shed of silent romance.

you have no fucking idea.

but

i hope you sleep well.

who do I have?
what do I have?

what is here?who is there?
who are you? who am I?

What am I doing here...alive?
come back to me. i'm waiting.

I dont even know of what to wait for,anymore.




i feed dead and left out here to decompose.

what the fuck?Why?