slobber

Hmm,

I'm different, I'm not who I am. And many people see me as one side of who I am, and others just look at the side they would like to see. My head is full of pain, mistrust, guilt, love and hope but my heart is empty. My stomach is full and yet so inexplicably ugly, I want to vomit but the words fail me shortly. I would love to sell myself to the devil, and slump down into the deepest pit that I can find. Because when every part of my useless body has been sold, I can empty my head and fill my heart with the shit we call love. I want to share my weird nature and the sick mind that I have inherited with you. I want to freak you before you go to sleep, and I wish I had the courage to love you.

that friday when you and your tongue were in my mouth, and together we share the sick mind that I wouldn't share with anyone else.

I throw myself in front of you as a circus freak who can bend in all corners.