farther nothing
your
companionship turns purity bleak
stupidity is your elite incest is your sweet
at least the pathement is cold sincerely and not deceptively meek
hollowness is all i have to eat so il starve anorexia's not so
week
you want me to drown in sleep
for your just another sheep
spilt milk and always weep
more hollowness is what you seek
a shallow reflection of facial fascism
lies before perspex wisdom
a shadow of your absent ness
a decedent self ceroded ness