Late Night/Early Dawn now,
The same conversation goes on from the table top to the back of our heads in the pillows. Loopholes interlocking the spine that carries your back, do you even realize how ridiculous all these tales are? Those facts you articulate, seriously is your mind woven up with maggots? How many nymphs do you intend to grow in your bloody infested mind before you realise that we're none like the Gods but only humans (living with contradictions too) trying hard to love you like we should.
You, fucked us up.
But you, never even bother to waste a minute of your time to see for yourself how perishable we are or mend a single thing you send crashing to the floor.
We'll just wait out for the world to end. That will be the day all sadness ends.
I am going to get a box of candles soon, and drip wax all over my skin.
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