Prison On Paper
Yeah, well... I was feeling fucked up as shit today. Sorry for letting my inner loonie wander around on a keyboard with a Word Processor.
Demon child you knew a place
We could be together still
Emotions forge a prison
Keep me locked away from you
Warmth. Warmth trickles down my forehead, as she embraces, pants, a stream of drool from a wolf's tongue.
I am the one who is mounted now, not you--not in sexual enrapturement, no, this is for me in a different, warmer way.
I recieved love from a delusion--a fantasy.
I turn to return, to turn her eye to me--
But in a turn of the hourglass, she is gone from me.
No, demon child; my fantasy--
Don't go, don't stay on paper still
Don't torment me here with silent standing
Empty lonely days.
Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha...
Hahahahahahahaha...
Everything's broken. BROKEN!
This is not how it was meant to be--
I BELONG ON THAT PAPER!
Get me out of this filthy, wretched skin!
Bring me back to you!
Obsession!
That a piece of filthy pornography
Can dominate my days
Can shake me so--drive me to wretched madness
Is this lonely, bitter me...
The real me?
It's funny how--I hide from him.
Funnier still--how such a medication
Can earn nothing but shame and scorn
Is it me, who hates myself--or are there
Onlookers still, who scorn and jeer?
You know... me. Every whinging, whining,
Angsty thing...
Every cry of pain gets met with scorn.
Can't they see that's not what I need?
Not what I want?
She's a substitute.