lily

Its like july 5th now. In Texas that is.
Can't get his psychotic eyes out of my mind when he said "I really think god sent you here to me" inside a locked fence with painted trash everywhere. for some reason i can't read people lately. all the killers and predators hold out their hands for me and i silently take it.
kill me you fuckface pussy faggot. Your job is only half done now.
Back in new york. sometimes i want to just get stoned and walk through all the people, all the strange universes and worlds colliding. ever look into every persons eyes that pass you? ever stop to talk to a stranger about time travel? Ever lose your mind in south philly? or in a back of a security truck in maryland?
dear mama,
sorry for tearing the umbilical chord, it wasn't you i was trying to kill.
Love, Lily