in a vagabond and secretive dystopia did i find you
alas, my other- did you lose me, or make me into something other than me..?
ever deconstructing realities of we, oh my unwavering agony, scold.
how cruel your inner eye turns, paranoid... paranoid!
((such a well celebrated and drawn-out suicide))
-::-
/i am the jesus on his cross/
((is it suiting that you make me into reasons for all the wrong in the world?))
-::-
/the pain in your bones at night is memory/
/your unlucky distemper, the unshakeable feeling of wrongness/
/saltwater stings my smile, regarless of my choices my arms open do they stay/
/offering you a display, a choice between 3 knives/
/which in my back you'll surely place/
/decorate my body with marks that signal memory, statue on my skin/
/pallor is my blanket in the cold night, moonshine/
/loneliness my keeper in the dark night, sunshine/
/songs are made from noises that my body makes, careful with my disdain/
(( if i could do it all again against all agonizing reason i would choose you, every time.))
-::-
((dead girl))

signal lost...
attempting recovery...
error: soul not found