synfull

just some good old BULLSHIT


writing riding hiding fighting
the light inside somewhere is guiding
the dying part
it's eyes are closed
so the exposed no clothes dream
is seen between every other interaction
inside my mind
compose with slow chest contraction meditative air blows
or pure sedative and seductive word flows
until i know i need to see a she of warm touch
this all means much of nothing
fluffy romantic
sick and far from realistic
gifted at the soft things
the dark brings both empty feelings and protective cover
i never need another
never hungry never full
always protected
can't wreck the wall
and become all...
...vulnerable