This is utopia; nightmares facing the sun.You're nothing; inky wounds.Sparkling bubbles killing drains,smooth disappointmentFlush it all - piss, water..
Your words come as a warm handshake -But I need it casual, closer, tighter -embrace my expectations, take me higherGo deeper, be wilder. You like to b..
All itchy where my handsYour hands Their hands can't reach - Pain where the eyes cannot seeContradictory paranoid feeling Judged so strictly. Cosmic, ..