Dinoboltzlovee

My hands, burning in my pockets, my eyes, they shine through you... Peeking at your secrets, something you could never do. Looking past the covers, stepping into dreams... popping bubbles of thoughts, pushing through your heart seams. Sometimes things seem so surreal, your face clouds up my thoughts.. though I seem as tough as rock, I'm really an orange peel. Just like paper weights, our hearts are at play.. being used for something they weren't originally. Like withered flowers, our minds go by each day. You and me baby, we're mirror opposites.. You're the CO2 to my flame, I'm the blood to your white and the player to your

I am becoming insane, your face is overwhelming me, I am crying, rocking, wishing and gawking at what my life used to be. Just hoping to see what I used to see in myself, to see you, to be me, to show happiness, but I cannot. My secrecy is consuming me, consuming the you inside of me. Look at me, do you see happiness? More like a happiness full of cries, full of your hatred, full of your lies. I despise the me you've created, the sinister, the hateful, the crazy maniac that now speaks. I am a whole other person, more like a parasite. A parasite who feeds off yours and other people's moods, instead of my own. This parasite has sucke

Im choking, spitting up air to tell you a symphony of off-toned notes that were meant to be words. It was you who told me that words meant nothing. So, I'll sing your cries with meaning and integrity, while you moan the very last breath of your existence to plead for my hand, which has a demanding past, a spiraling vortex of unforgettable measures.