my mind has been blown up
- its pieces flying
further than air,
faster than molecules -
and all that's left are the singes,

and you,
not even caring
threw away my remains

and locked me in a
dark damp dungeon of
leaving me to rot in my
gilded happiness,
still in love with
the king of faux emotions

(kiss me just once and
i may just
out of it)


hey look who's back and worse than ever. and not just in the writing sense. my whole self has deteriorated.