milk from lemons
bleed out in the direction of both virtue and vice. I stop to take account where all my energy has gone, I look around myself and see blood in every direction. My carotid propels my nightmares out my ears and the aorta bursts with lust and love flooding my esophagus. I choke out blood as my pulmonary bursts through my chest with regret of the more recent past. I feel the pressure building of strength and will in my arm, I clench the hand and flood my now scarlet fist. I look around and crush the femoral with lofty ambitions as my body succumbs to the ground.
How can I know where I have been or where I am going? Fuck, I no longer care, I am to abuse the resources as they abuse me. Drunk, I swim in sanguine fluid, absorbing vomit of the flesh singing to myself.
"La-dee-da tee-da, what will become of me? La-dee-da, nothing but what I am now."@2 weeks ago with 1 note