FUCK YOUR GLOWING HANDS OF GOLD AND SOFT DOE EYES. YOUR WORDS OF BLUSH AND SWEET NECTAR. FUCK YOUR VOICE OF ASHES AND LAUGH OF STARS. ALL OF IT HAS BURNED AND BEEN BLOWN AWAY BY WIND.
I CANT STAND TO SEE YOU WHEN I PASS BY AND SEE EVERYTHING I USED TO LUST AND LOVE.
THE FUTURE? OURS?
DOWN, DOWN TO ASHES.
YOU HAVE MURDERED MY HEART AND BRAIN AND ORGANS, I NO LONGER HAVE A FUNCTIONING WORK OF EMPATHY ANYMORE.
ALL I WANT TO DO IS DROWN IN MY OWN SELF DESTRUCTION AND YOU CAN WATCH ME DO IT TO MYSELF.
IM NOT GOING TO SIT IN SELF PITY AT THE BOTTOM OF MY ABYSS. I WONT YELL AT THE MOON AND SCREAM AT STARS WONDERING WHERE IT ALL WENT WRONG.
I WILL GO OUT WITH A BANG LIKE A SMOKING BULLET OUT OF A SILVER GUN.
WATCH ME.
THIS IS THE END.
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BOYS
Poetryto: all the boys who have broken hearts and left dry stars in their wake.
