Nothings here in my house.
No windows , no light , no cats , no mouse. NO connections to the chains, nothing is nothing when sopping in the rains.
No phone. no bed. no dildo's in my head. No rings or dings or creaks. I sit in my rooms alone with the walls they tell me that we're freaks.
Why you say WE I don't know , I can't see. Last time I looked, I only saw you. You in the wood that lines my home cage staying trapt in there with me.
You hide you face with white make-up plue, and yet still you can see. That it is only I here , with nothing else , and a connection you have to me.
So yes , my good friend stay here alone. With no couch's or bathroom or food. You stay in that wall and stare at that carpet , because I'm leaving. I'm in a bad mood.
Eight months go by , and still no sign of you. I'm delirious in pain of loss of love and stuck in my wall deep inside my head without life.
Alone in my house with no food or water or air. I sit in the wood walls and at the carpet I stare. Obey your law of nothing I can do , but stay white in the walls and love nothing but you.
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Thats about a boy named Donald Johnson only guy I will love. We're both having some problems and he left and I thought I should write something about it. It's my prespective in my head and of my thoughts I guess.
