Ataraxia. |
NOTE: This is not like a normal poem and is very...
Like a Black Line that Runs Down a White Page, Who...
Will you marry me?
Yes, of course...
When I add up the days
that make up my past...
I swallow your words
and choke on your lies...
There is One thing,
only One...
NOTE: This is not like a normal poem and is very...
Like a Black Line that Runs Down a White Page, Who...
I feel beyond. Beyond existence. Beyond infinite. I'm so beyond, I'm gone. And for it, I hate you, and love you endlessly. |
There is no me unless I'm us with you. |