Something Poetic and Vaguely Creepy
Everyone has thought about killing someone,
One way or another.
You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed.
My thoughts are often not tasty
What do you see behind closed eyes?
I can make myself look,
But the thinking is shutting down.
I’m sleep walking,
I’m not even sure if I’m awake now.
I feel like I’m fading
I wasn’t feeling like myself
I feel like I’ve been gradually becoming different for a while.
I just feel like somebody else.
I know what kind of crazy I am.
But this isn’t that kind of crazy
I fear not knowing who I am
I’m having a hard time thinking.
I’m losing my mind.
I don’t know what’s real.
But it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real
If you can’t beat god, become him.
I feel like I am spilling
I could use a good scream.
I can feel one perched under my chin.
Last time he sent me into a dark place,
I brought something back.
It feels like I’m talking to his shadow,
Suspended on dust
It’s not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people
He won’t know he’s dying,
I don’t need him to.
This is my design.
I can feel my nerves clicking like roller coaster cogs
Pulling up to the inevitable long plunge.
All I heard was my heart, dim but fast,
Like footsteps fleeing into silence
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I looked right through me,
As if I was just a stranger.
The space opposite me assumed the shape of a man
Filled with dark and swarming flies.
Then I scattered them.
I felt terrified.
Then I felt powerful.
I know who I am
I am who I have always been,
The scales have fallen away from my eyes
I feel crazy
The Hannibal Gag Reel, for anyone needing it.
grand theft canine
THIS PROBABLY ISN’T GOING TO HAPPEN RIGHT? RIGHT??
Puppy love at first sight.
i really relate to this show on a deep spiritual level