I will never loose sight of your declarations.
Once, I thought, would be heaven.
Twice, I thought, we died.
Additions could only make them fade.
What is it about the strenght in words, that never quite make it in reality?
“Quite frankly, I’m a little lost right now”
Monologues, masquerading as conversations.
Each on their own island of contempt for life and what it hasn’t brought us.
Half assed attempts at building rafts made of cum.
There is no salvation in your skin, nor in mine.
I will drink from your body, the last drop of hope I drew from your smile.
You will eat from my heart, the last crumb of will you drew from my soul.
We will fade. But remember.