you have become as deadly as the smoke that filters through my lungs intoxicating leaving a dirty layer on all that it surrounds. (you surround) i do not need it but i want it (you so i continue inhaling you as it slowly you) inhales me.
02/13/2003
Posted on 02/14/2003Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
Its always like a death instinct. Like, its inside me, I am inside it.
