violetavioleta
You fed me. You fed me with you love, and drained me with your darkness.
Is this some silly test, or is this real life? If you keep pouring shit down my throat I'm not sure I wanna keep on doing this. What am I really training for anyways? Olympics in idiot-witness-survival? No... I'm telling you karma, this psycho-magnet you've got taped in my forehead is giving me more of a headache than wisdom. Unless the lesson here is to avoid everybody in the entire world, and never leave the house again, ever.
Everything, everyone always, rated. Keeps me stretching, keeps me busy dying. The books I love, rated. The movies, shows and music. Rated. The one I love, rated.
And as the time went, the single picture you created replaced every picture I ever had.
Out of thin air you appear. Whispering so loudly it makes my head ache. The skin is withering, I can't move, can hardly breathe. Oh so tempting to let the mind adrift, No more fighting, no more trying to yell away the growing darkness.
Just pour yourself into me, and eat away whatever is left of sanity.
Is this what I'm sentenced to? Constantly looking over my shoulder, suspicious. Watching, waiting... Always the rabbit, gasping for air.