"I need a new test. Then I set out to chose someone to light the soul like a kiln. Just imagine us chasing this with eyes scarred from sleep apnea. A slight of tongue as the seas are emptying....So I gasp and hold my breath. These needs have changed so deep. To face you all and say, 'I've been awake for years.' "
I can't sleep again. This is two nights in a row now. Everything in my life was perfect today. I have nothing to complain about at all. I'm not really upset about anything at all. I just can't sleep.I hate when I have months like this. But then I haven't been myself the past few days. I'm getting soft. I'm making an effort to not be offensive. I'm apologizing for things. Sid Vicious would roll over in his grave, climb out, and catch me with his pimp-hand if he knew how completely washed up and non-rebellious I've been lately. I feel like the dumb security guard at the beginning of horror movies that says "Hm, i'll make myself completely vulnerable by going to investigate that strange noise."
Intrigue is what draws moths into the big blue light.
I see the blue light. But is it heaven instead?
Moths wonder the same.
You're hiding the suicide king under your feathered wings.
Ever notice he's also the king of hearts?
This game is rigged.
The opposing father of the bride at the wedding, a visitor with hidden intentions.
Tiny daggers sheathed among lace and endless smooth leg.
Just be cool. They don't know.
But will you kill the villain or the hero?
My weakness does not imply trust.
Early trust falls somewhere between foolish and forward.
I can flirt until my eyes burn.
But this spark could burn out or ignite the world.
Emotions are only as fickle as the human heart.
If you looked away tomorrow, I'd be just fine.
And I haven't wasted anything.
All I know is
you bring out the kid in me.
Not like a coat hanger.
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