I read you. growing with eyes into texts.
for me they are animals. running from cage.
I read you. and hear your whispers - babe…
everything's fabricated. everything 's false.
apart from ache…
apart from ache (once) repeats in membrane.
I read you. Hungry – that is my fate.
hunger doesn't exist. you answer.
there is only pain.
from wounds that hurt harder... from day to day.
I read you .the heart is pulsating.
booming with shoots. I knew. force has a vector.
There is no hunger. no God. no Hell. no Heaven.
you say and really it seems
they are absent
I read you. tired of soulless sketches.
rivers in the eyes become salted oceans
Courtney and Court , Nancy and Sid…
Sid…Wishes...
God has his own understanding of Third Reich 's actions.
His own understanding of death, cult and religion.
you don't need the pills
Nothing penetrates your skin. even sharp knives.
I read you and hear your whispers- babe…
everything's fabricated. everything...
apart from lie...
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