They do not know
how ignorant they are...
Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...
Strands of hair flying in the wind;
ebony...
i wanted to be a snail
to hide comfortably in my shell...
you were born quiet;
a frozen and dormant caterpillar...
Capsuled emotions
dissolve in an ocean of...
where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone...
I dosed myself with restlessness.
Flapping into midnights...
I heard voices
in your silence...
Faint aroma of crushed
sandalwood...
I've made Hell feel like home-
and it's the closest thing to...
Dont get in my way
of eternal damnation...