| 11:17p |
colder
my lips have scabbed over. it's painful to talk... not that there's anything left to say.
keep your head up, movin' on. on to forgetting. getting colder. forever in debt for fear caked in the corners of scrutinizing eyes.
i still have to learn what's inside. have to take pleasure in exposing and gnawing on those sweetest rainbow candy guts... for this one last time.
i must beware, for my my enemy is stronger... colder. coldest.
softest. |