THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH

I wait for you behind endless dreams of shade.

Beyond the monstrous giant energy, i cower.

Chance is a stranger, but we are bound together.

I wait for you and i came for you with a heart machine of fire.

I wait for the eclipse of your eye.

In the black cold of air between us.

My crisp scratched skin hangs loose on a screaming frame of tired bleached bone.

Pointless density of frame.

Determined to become.

Within your blast of cold air, i heard the ocean scream.

Looking at me.

We have lost all contact.

Although our shadows spill into each other across moments of selfish time.

You moan and in a blast of fog i hear the ocean scream.

Im deranged.

For I start to believe that in our crowded lonely days of never, you hear me.

When the storm sets in, the age of love will dissolve.

Frantic thoughts of the countless.

Lost deserted voices.

You want this to be.

You know im deranged and you know im right.

Our toxic love for destruction.

You are my unknown force of labour and i bleed for your whispers.

I take the greasy disappointing skin mask off my face and stand before you purely awake.

Naked and fearless with nothing to loose and nothing to gain.

Pain as a parasite burns my red muscle face.

As a line of white eggs are left by a fly upon my mask on the floor.

Im already beginning to be forgotten.

Do you see me?

Can you feel my sacrifice of self for you?

You are selfish and indifferent, but yet...

You are me.