ELI 🏳️‍⚧️

You're not betrayed
Because you knew it would happen
And their hearts still beat
If you cover your ears
So tell me could you believe
In goldfish astronauts

Six times
Burned down and born again
Searching for the promised land
No map in hand but carved in skin
I'll burn again I'll burn again

Think of the capital sewer rat, put your foot in a mouse trap

Dreaming of death again

become ash with me

But I suppose if it were not me, and it were not you, there would be no smoke to blacken our lungs.

Indeed, were it not me, and were it not you, for I am certain you possess equal strength of mind, but any other woman, I would have, and you would have done the same, dragged you into the flames the moment I laid eyes upon you.

Yet the embers remained, and I, for one, have not the faintest idea what to make of the shadows cast upon my minds wall, now that I have met you. It is only by the great power of my will, that I stand apart from you.

When you find me in your cavern eyes, can you tell, that is, does instinct whisper, with breath cold as a reaper's, in your ear what might not be true, but entices enough to rekindle those ancient senses of premonition. Those we carry, unbeknownst to us, out of long since discarded tradition.

I guess you'll stay in my heart till you die, I only ask you give me a call when it's time

I want to get drunk with you, but I don't drink, and you don't live here anymore

Cannibalistic tendencies
Fan the statistic friends eaten

Strip me of all that's wrong
And all that's right
Until I'm nothing
But a memory in moonlight

Eat my heart, liver, brain
Leave nothing but a stain
Break my bones in two, four, eight
Take everything that weighs

Dig your teeth deeper down my rotten flesh
Make me writhe beneath your dress
Strip me of my skin
Strip me of my sins

Cut your skin on my strings, pray the wound infects

I'm always one breath away from my head exploding

Babe, I know you're not real and all, but could you pick up some milk on your way?
Love you, always.

I don't want to wake up anymore. Please

Childhood days
The stars pierced so clearly through the dark
Now I'm left to wonder where they are

My rust-torn keys are wholly unbecome of their place among your golden fingers. They will stain your skin, should you inspect them any further. I fear they shall stain your heart too, should you attempt to swallow them in the gaze of your insatiable curiosity. Won't you please return them, my keys.

I respect your right to speak too, I just wish you'd use it for anything but paving the way to my genocide in exchange for some cheap self-satisfaction.

My lady, you must fall as one of the damned, but I shall stand. And I will walk. Once again to find my place, as I belong, by your side.
No fate and no destiny, no gods and no stars, and no man, can ever lay their blade to the path we've woven. You must never forget this. Now fall, my lady.

One day I will look back on the books I've fallen in love with until now, and realize I've imbued them all with terrible memories

Once again plagued by the desire of becoming a puppygirl

The truth is there is no limit to how many times you can fail, through no fault of your own, but there is a limit on how many plans you can have. Realistic plans, not concepts of an idea.
But "life isn't fair," therefore you should die.

"You should always have a plan B"
This is one of those magic phrases that allow people to free themselves of the neverending stings of empathy, by pretending this capitalist society is anything but unreasonable. Any failure must be personal in nature and thus preventable.

I'll tear off my arm at the warmth of your touch. You ought to know by now, I'm not afraid blood.

Wipe away those tears girl. You can still see the end.

Your eyes bear new horror, every time we meet.