I’d rather have the world destroyed all at once
than have it killed slowly.
At least the pain won’t last long.
I’d rather be hated
than be ignored.
At least my existence is not just another lie.
I’d rather die in my own hands
than have someone’s foot on my cake.
you bleed right before me
nails against skin
you never had enough
razor against skin
do you prefer the fork over the wings?
i knew it, i shouldn’t have asked
apology accepted
im taking that back..with my life of course
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lie robin, lie.
tomorrow, i’ll be reaching out for the lost voice
the voice which might just be an illusion
an illusion i seek every second
a temporary goodbye..
see you in two weeks.
seeking for the proof of my excistence
putting everything on the line
finding it would be a star shining brighter than the sun at noon time.
the thought of having it crushed with my own hands is worth all the hardwork.