Your words were poison-filled. It circulated through all of my veins, destroyed my cells. If I'd died, everything would end there. But somehow I survived. Now you will suffer.
Me and my other drugs. Parasite
I am scared that you will eat me. My flesh. My bones. My body. And my everything.
Once you told me I was like an origami that I can make anything out of myself. And for that you said you will be there throughout my any transformation. Time passed by and made me a paperdoll. And there you hanged me on the thread and enjoyed me dancing on air. Meaningless Origami, I was.
Everything is eating me slowly... gently... wisely.... oh my surroundings, oh these circumstances, oh these everything ! I have been cut, I have been let down.
There's calmness in my closed eyes if you look into, there's calmness.
This mannequin feeling !
Paint me black; of this darkness. In this darkness, I shall fade. Decorate me stains all over my body. Kiss my bloody stains and you will remain, within me, within my body.