i need someone new to rid me of the remains of you.

i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort i want the comfort

the problem is that there's a layer of pessimism behind the eyes. and it needs to be able to float in air for it to go away. it has to ring through the halls and fill the streets. somehow. it needs to come out.

like tyrants assembled with tears
trembling like a tomg
and singing like a statue
i am as empty as an ocean

my blind eyes scream in silence
so this eternal echo will be known
given to the foils of time
and shattered like plate glass

you freeze within the fire
darkness now lives at daylight
and shadows turn to ghosts
all that shining, now hollow

it's eyes
watch me
and taunt me
unwilling to let me go

eyes are
hidden
in the shadows of the world

I QUIT EVERYTHING BEFORE I EVEN START.

i want you to talk and talk and talk until you can't talk no more



and me as well, somehow

the difference between a closed door and a slightly opened one.

sleepy sleepy
when will they lay their hands down and sink?
when will the oceans stop splitting?
or
why does the consistency of the
temperature of the sunrise always
change?
the sound of voices is only temporary.
channeling pallets, right to left right to left.
all around voices sing sing sing
along the threads.
because for some messed up reason it's okay
here
but you don't really know for sure.
free fall
sometimes accelerated, sometimes slowing to a complete
stop
(STOPSTOP)
ending so close to the destination.
feed me.
open me.
escape me.
erase me.
new inventions for sunlight appear.
everywhere.
everything smelling of fresh paint.
the paint on the lines in the road to cover
the dust.
the world
it fades until it is unseen
unreachable
unmanageable
off the chart.
steady steady repeat
over and over
moving fast
it doesn't escape
it doesn't die
sitting there like stone, gripping you closer
and closer
and closer
each. and. every. single. time.
break my head
break my stride
break my shell
disappear and
escape.
escape.
escape.

coldness of the weather
beauty of the leaves changing color
memories
with due time
empty empty empty spaces
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highlevelsof
loneliness