Return to Sender

What have and will have you. Streaked with dust; I’ll come and I’ll conquer. Crying alligator tears and dressed in sheer lace I beckon to you constantly. There’s no point in speaking the already stated but I reiterate it like I’m getting paid; as if you could forget. Frozen in my seat I cuddle creatures in an effort to feel something real but the only real feelings that grace my mind are bittersweet in their effort. It’s all quite cryptic as I try to rebuild my mind. It will happen but I shouldn’t hold my breath. Take what I said and please, return to sender. Fuck, let me rot.