; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

simple calculations

i just want to divide myself into the smallest denominator / so small i cannot be seen / so small between crumpled sheets of paper / between tears and paranoia and breathlessness / i want to keep trying / but / i never want to try again

fix me fix me fix me fix me i am a thousand tiny pieces

why am i this way
what will i ever become
i am a monster already

i can already see my horns

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