This isn’t about emotions.
This is about who I am.
If I saw a dead body,
Would I flinch?
I think I’d walk right past, why be stopped by something as simple as death?
I feel emotions though, I feel.
So I can’t be emotionless.
I cry at movies, so I’m vulnerable.
So I’m human.
Am I special? Even if I’m something I didn’t want to be? Even if I’m not anything I morbidly admired?
I’m ...
I fantasize about you.
About raising the axe.
It brings a tear to my eye.
I remember packing you up and taking you to Harry’s.
I see you walking to me, to me and only me.
I visited Harry’s to paint the walls white,
But it already was.
It was all clean.
Just like that, and you know how hard I’ve tried to cleanse my mind?...
Looking so sweet.
Your innocence, must be so delicious.
Fragility, so delicate and pathetic.
Filthy and dirty.
That’s what you can become.
I’ll gladly become the cause for it.
Your death, unintended.
You better not go, you cannot escape.
I’ll tie you down, you’ll be silent.
No one will believe you,
Even if the cloth dampens.
Even if you scream,
Mommy hasn’t heard you yet.
De...
I wasn’t worth it.
You weren’t ready.
Though my hands itched to fidget,
Though your eyes fought to look down.
Perhaps it was because you were foreign,
Perhaps it was that I dreaded unfamiliarity.
You knew I wasn’t worth it,
I knew you weren’t ready.
We yearned, that we also knew.
We were painfully aware,
Of our sweating palms,
Our dilating pupils,
Our catch of contact,
Our observi...
My fingers stretch out onto the cloth.
So hospitable, it embraces me.
My fingers sink into it, as if succeeding in my dreams of touching the clouds.
It passes through, almost intangible, almost invisible to the naked eye.
It’s so fragile. The material, it’s almost like a cloud. Almost like the duvets in my mothers room.
But my hand doesn’t pass through it, it just leaves an imprint. A pi...
There’s a lump in my throat.
I’m being choked.
My eyes well up with tears.
My face scrunches up.
There is an intangible feeling of utter despair.
Or pity, or disappointment, or many.
It’s as if my throat is welling up with tears, as if the air is leaving such dilapidation, there’s nothing to describe it.
There is an intangible hand grabbing my neck,
Digging it’s nails into the skin o...
I’m a defeated soldier.
Repeatedly, I raise my gun.
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
Reload.
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
Gone.
I go on forward.
Looking for a sign of hope.
A sign to stop and rest.
There is, there is a piece of hair.
A piece of hair glistening in the sun and whipping around in the wind.
There you are.
You are my salvation.
You are my hope.
You are the reason I ...
Perhaps it was for the best.
You always made things look in fashion.
Even those pathetic cat sweaters.
You made it look so good.
That grey beanie,
That hospital gown,
The cord wrapping around you like a snake.
When we were younger, you wanted to take off.
I suggested to join,
But I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of never coming back.
Clearly, times don’t change.
But seeing ...
He looked human.
His face of agony, desperation, fear, all of the human feelings.
It’s my duty, to protect others.
But I think I might’ve killed someone.
I saved a man but killed many in doing so.
Is that human? I doubt it.
I honestly doubt that the fire would do well in burning him.
Was he human in the end?...
The water’s warm, but I’m still cold.
I’m still thinking, under this boiling pressure.
I want you to be infatuated with me, like I am.
You’re aware of my mind, of how I view your people.
You think I’m bad, you haven’t met the right people yet.
I might be blind, but I’ve seen the maze your home is.
The water’s turned cold, but I’m boiling.
I don’t love you, but I want you.
And,
I n...
