saliva and tracing paper

My tears are dry and the little blond girl is happy. The creative spasms of the black night is reassuring. The bleeding fingers and lungs full of smoke are secondary, my tongue has been burned by my sadistic tea. Sometimes I'm manic, the melancholic moments from earlier have long been forgiven and forgotten.

The blonde girl, she exchanged it for a greater obsession than love. She no longer believes in love but yearns to have a heart that is conquered, being tortured is all she knows. Many want to consume her flesh, but she chooses, I chose the solitude, waiting for him. Loneliness is better than all those dirty fingers filled with empty brain cells. My eyelids are closing from fatigue, but I can't stop dancing, I can't stop wiggling. The rhythm of the music takes me to places that are my secrets I will never share. The eternal lust for what is so far away, the unbearable feeling of this retard. I see the disgust in your eyes when I come over and show you my tongue. I want you to let me know how ugly I am, I want you to tell me how sick I am, I want you to torture me until I cry that I love you. I want to pull your hair out and bite your ears, I want I want I want I want I want I want ... I drool at the feeling that he might be closer than my eyes can see. Oh what is he doing to me, I'm crawling on the ground. Humbly as a cat that purrs.

Haha it's clearly time for bed,

Lator alligators !

This is some new work, it's in progress. But so far I'm liking it!