westid

my lucid dreams come in like a phantom, right on by as i sleep as though it was really happening. like a fool sick of waiting – ironically you come, in blissful charm as i ignorantly count the sheep. down in the valley, here’s me hoping. thinking, please don’t let this be just another setup. i only give a shit because i’m in deep

here she comes with grace, not even bothering to hide her face. an aberration. intolerable proximity to my usual level of personal space. doesn’t even run when i come – just wanders off at such a brisk pace. walking down the catwalk and at such an attitude on it. the kind of demeanour where i don’t care if you like me or not because i still wannit.

they come around to speak with me the other day just to see if everything’s ok. i can’t say a word, i won’t. not that difficult to drive me insane. i know full well that i can handle it but i just don’t. who needs self control, what’s the point when we both wanna lose it. if you come again you have all the things i want, just stick around and use it

the way i see it, there’s a bigger picture here, and there’s no chemo haired gimp anywhere in it. that’s an insult to chemo people, because i’m just saying you’re better than that. you can bring it around here because i know you wanna level up. well, you know where i’m at

i don’t see the dancing monkey hanging around in ginnels and dark patches tonight. like the fool that i am, i see a real woman with all of the freedom to come round and reach out to me, and it’s a fuckin beautiful sight

what’s the use in walking away? cos you know i’m right

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